High stakes living (for crazyxanime)
 

Laura Riggle was a resident at a small Texas hospital. She had long blonde hair and a skinny frame. Occasionally a few men had said they were willing to wait a bit longer for non-emergency treatments if Laura could be the one to treat them. Laura actually had shown a lot of promise in med-school, other than one thing. She was often a bit lazy about paperwork and organization. Sure, she was pretty good at diagnosing and treating, but paperwork and organization are still important abilities for her job!

She walked into her office, already almost 20 minutes late, dropping things as she went, and she looked in a desk she was using and realized that there were forums she was supposed to fill out for the insurance companies yesterday that needed to be sent out ASAP! And there were already several patients waiting for her. She cursed her rush to get out early last night, and began working on it immediately, putting her even further behind schedule!

Meanwhile, a little distance away, Tatiana Mendez took a long drag of her cigarette before going back inside. It helped with nerves, she loved her job, but every day there was a risk that a lot of bad things could happen to her. She was an undercover cop, but fortunately many men had thought she was too pretty to be a cop. Her curvy Latina form was stunningly beautiful, and she sometimes managed to get out of trouble just batting her big beautiful eyes.

Using her looks doesn't mean she was a damsel in distress though. She had killed before, and she was more than happy to take on the "tough-guy" role. In fact, she had recently helped her new boss, Estela De León, kill their old boss. In part this was because Tatiana believed that Estela would be easier to control. The old boss was starting to get suspicious of Tatiana, but she figured that Estela liked her enough that she could get away with anything she wanted for years to come! Not to mention, though Tatiana had mostly been with men, Estela was rather beautiful herself! She was certainly nicer to look at than the old boss... Tatiana went back inside to confidently take a seat at the table with other members of the cartel.

There’s a certain level of pride that comes from working in a hospital, that comes from taking care of people and making them feel better before sending them back on their way. Whether it’s working in the ER or simply as a primary doctor. The auburn-haired physician prefers the rush of the emergency room, the fast-paced shifts that seem to fly by in the blink of an eye. Perhaps it’s the boredom of life – or simply the fact that holding a person’s life in your hands gives you a special kind of adrenaline, one that the tall woman enjoys. Nonetheless, the occasional shift in the calmer setting can be pleasant. A nice little reprieve in comparison. Like a day off.

And how very fortunate for the newer residents that this particular day was in fact – quiet. For one in particular. One who had been giving the primary doctor trouble the last few weeks, or so. One who seemed to like showing up late, and not having her paperwork done on time; while it was simply a thorn in Rowena’s side at the beginning – having to pick up the slack by fixing and turning in the paperwork – it had slowly escalated into a terminating offense. Or perhaps merely aggravating the already stern doctor.

The long auburn hair was pinned in a bun, white coat decorating strong frame. Glasses shift on the woman’s features, watching as her resident works on a new patient. Laura was almost lucky to be unseen. Almost. Within moments the doctor allowed the other resident to be observed by another physician, giving the woman time to take care of the young blonde that appeared to have little to no issues with arriving tardy for her learning experience. Had they been scheduled in the emergency area; the girl would be kicked back out and sent home. There was no time for rushed work. Really, the only reason the woman still kept her on the team was because she was decent at her job, and the patients seemed to like her bedside manner.

Flats brush against the porcelain floors, steps firm and decided. A woman on a mission. Just as Laura was exiting her office, Doctor Hendricks calls out to the girl. “Miss Riggle!” Voice is strict, anger lacing her tone. The distance between them is closed before the resident can scurry away – nor would it be a wise idea to run away from Rowena in the first place. “You’re late. Again.” Venom drips from each word, walking passed the girl and toward her own office. “Your patients are being seen by the other residents. My office. Now!” The woman hisses, expecting the young girl to follow her orders, stepping into her own office and standing on the other side of her desk; she waits for the resident to enter and close the door behind her. This isn’t their first meeting, nor would it likely be their last.

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Taking over the dangerous business had been rather easy for the young, Latina female. Two things were truly required for the job – intellect and a steel stomach, a special perk needed when it came to the violence and death surrounding the trade. Perhaps it was the fact that she’d practically been born in the hazardous environment. Or maybe it was because she’d worked hard, and steeled her heart to get to the top. War and Peace was the chosen book to be read to her at bedtime as a child, and soon enough her brain grew with her beauty. Not exactly what she wanted. The cartel was littered with ruthless men, and women, who took advantage. It only worked to make her stronger, though far more broken than most her age should be. The fact that the previous leader had been one of those men – simply a perk to having his blood rain on her fingers.

So, she’d been in charge now – a few months, at least – Estela stopped keeping track after the first month; the only person that she truly trusted being her second-in-command. The woman that had helped her gut the rough Cartel captain, and perhaps kept the young woman company over the last few weeks. They’d become close, connected. Far more than she had with anyone else. More than she’d ever cared for anyone.

Curly locks were pulled into a ponytail, sweatshirt and jeans adorning the beautiful leader’s body. Looking intimidating had never been important, unless necessary. Quite the contrary, the woman preferred for others to underestimate her. To think of her as just some random girl that was probably on the wrong side of town. Little did they know… A pocketknife toyed in the woman’s hands as she entered the meeting with the other members, smirk playing on her features as light chocolate hues glanced around her companions. In her spare time, she’d been going through the old leader’s things, reading up on some suspicious behaviors throughout the gang. No specifics.

“Tenemos una rata.” The sing-song tone takes the other members by surprise, hues glancing at their features. Hand clenches the handle of her weapon, the other crawling over the table slowly. Feet move the girl around the table. The knife slithers over the back of the other members’ backs, not leaving any injuries, maybe just a cut shirt if she’s not careful. A pause is taken between Tatiana, seat taken between her and the member beside her. Foot settles on the chair, between the woman’s legs. The other on the man’s legs. Honestly – she simply enjoys making the other sweat. She knows Tatiana would never betray her. Instead, the knife ends up in the man beside them, through the soft neck, hues shifting to watch the red substance pouring out and down his shoulders and sides.

“Find them. Bring them to me.” The order is given, and though she remains distracted, it’s toward the other members, who quickly disperse. Elbow settles on her knee, chin in palm as she turns her attention toward her friend. “He was stealing money. He needed to go.”

Laura's bright demeanor diminished as she followed her boss into the other office. She had been warned several times not to be late, to get everything done, but somehow she always ended up getting just a bit distracted when it came to the mundane things. She wasn't bad in an emergency, but the managerial side of medical care grated her, and perhaps sometimes she had ignored it in favor of things she actually liked. That was not permitted though, nor was her frequent lateness. She desperately hoped that the doctor wasn't too angry. She loved working at this hospital, and when she had been a girl she never wanted dolls or other toys, she just wanted play doctor kits.

She liked Dr. Rowena... most of the time. Even though she sometimes felt like a little kid standing next to the tall doctor, especially when she was being scolded. She entered the office and closed the door behind her as she started speaking about as fast as one humanly could, "I'm so sorry Dr. Rowena I was gonna have those papers ready and I was gonna leave the house on time, but I had more patients than usual yesterday and I couldn't find my shoes and the traffic was really bad..." And she always had 100 excuses as to why every thing she did wasn't done or why she was late. And she always had the habit of speaking very fast when she thought she was in trouble so that no one else could get a word in.

***

Tatiana had been around enough violence in her years of working with the cartels that a quick execution hardly even phased her anymore. Actually, she was a bit relieved to see it. She was building up a little bit of heat from times she'd informed the cops of what the cartel was doing, and she could dissipate some of that heat by blaming some of the things she'd done on Don Diego. Later, she'd go plant a little bit of extra evidence on him and his property for Estela and her boys to find.

Tatiana laughed and shook her head, "Good job, I never trusted that rata. Always making too many phone calls taken where no one else could overhear him... I'll bet he was stealing money... and maybe worse." She needed to frame Don Diego as suspiciously as possible to cover her own tracks. Plant even more doubts about his loyalty in Estela's mind, and then make all those doubts come true. It usually wasn't hard, Estela trusted her more than anyone else, so it would be much easier for her to blame Diego for everything rather than believe Tatiana was doing anything wrong.

Estela was the first cartel boss that Tatiana had ever worked with that she actually liked. The other ones she'd had a bit of hidden glee deep down inside when she saw them angry that one of their major operations had just gone wrong. But somehow Tatiana often didn't feel good about seeing things go poorly for Estela. She stood up and strutted over to Estela and gave her a hug as she said, "You know though, you have to be careful. If your officers see you just stabbing guys in the middle of meetings with no evidence, they might get together and work to overthrow you... I won't let that happen though, I'll make sure and investigate Don Diego myself, and we'll get a mountain of evidence against him! I'm sure I'll find enough to make everyone hate him."

Foot tapped against the smooth floor; arms crossed over chest in exasperation. Honestly, the physician had had enough of the resident’s mistakes. While some parts of the job were boring, they still needed to be done. And getting to the hospital late would definitely back up the workload – not only for Laura, but for the other residents who had to pick up her slack. Already some of the other employees were complaining, which did not bode well for the young blonde. Admittedly, the doctor didn’t want to fire Laura. But this hadn’t been the first time she’d messed up, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. Something had to give. She needed to understand that this wasn’t appropriate behavior in the workplace.

Two fingers join thumb in a silent signal to make the resident stop talking. On day one she’d taught it to all her residents, in case they didn’t understand. “Enough.” Tone is sharp, threatening. “You’re late all the time, you never get your work done. Laura, you give me plenty of excuses, but I don’t see any change. This isn’t even the first time you’ve been late this week, and it’s only Wednesday.” Hand moves to rub the woman’s eyes from under her glasses. Being fired from this hospital would be terrible for the girl’s career, but the lead doctor had enough of her shenanigans. Moving her hand to the desk, Rowena glances over at her charge. “You’re fired. I can’t have my patients waiting and my staff being angry with each other. You need to get your shit, and get out.” Of course, the woman could be persuaded to change her mind.

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There’s no helping the smile that crawls over tanned features, compliments always a pleasant surprise in their unique little world. Truth be told, Estela loved hearing it. She loved any time Tatiana praised her for doing something, and felt something in the pit of her stomach any time the woman reprimanded her for one reason or another. It was different with her. Like she had control over the young leader without even trying. How could she ever suspect her of doing any wrong when the words spilling out her lips were enough to make her melt? Or the fact that she’d help her overthrow the previous leader? How could anyone think that the woman was an informant? She was just – different, somehow.

Arms wrapping around her are another pleasant surprise, body always tensing at the initial show of affection, but quickly relaxing when she reminded herself of who those arms belonged to. In front of her men and women, she would never allow such a display. She’d often shoved Tatiana if she’d gotten too close; or threatened to harm her, were she to touch the leader while others were around. Admittedly, it got herself into trouble once they were in private once or twice, but it seemed Tatiana understood her actions, for the most part.

Thin arms move to wrap around the woman’s shoulders in a returned hug – only barely her height due to sitting on the table. Digits toy with the woman’s hair as she listens to the slight lecture, knowing she was right. She needed to make sure that they had evidence and that she hadn’t just killed the man for no reason. Then again – did it really matter? Her men would try to retaliate if he was innocent, and in return she’d replace them all. They’d all been the previous leader’s men anyway. No use of them staying near her too long.

“Good. Make sure you find enough evidence against him… Check into the others while you’re at it. Something tells me all those deals that were going wrong – were because of their incompetence.” The leader’s voice is cold, body moving to look at her lover, cupping her face and pressing a kiss to her cheek. “If it was their fault – kill them for me? We’ll find a new council.” Despite knowing that Tatiana wasn’t a fan of getting blood on her hands, she’d still try to make the request at times.

Laura was quiet for a moment when Rowena signaled for her to be quiet, and she listened to what the other woman had to say, but then her heart sank. She felt cold, sad, and desperate. She REALLY didn't want to lose this job! She liked it here, and losing your first residency due to incompetence... that would really limit her options looking into other residencies!

She quickly said, "Wait, no please, I can be better! I promise I can be better! I'm still adjusting to this new life in this town and I promise I can get better at it! I'll do anything! I remember when I was younger my mom used to yell at me every day for always leaving my shoes on when walking into the house, I got mud everywhere, but I kept doing it! Then one day, dad told me he was tired of it and gave me a good long spanking and you know what? I never did it again! I'm saying that I'm able to change! When I really see a consequence, I change! Almost getting fired from a job I love is a MAJOR consequence, you can feel really confident that I'll be better next time!" She hoped she wasn't speaking too fast again. But she hoped that her little monologue would have its desired effect. Confessing her childhood spankings was a bit embarrassing, but for some reason it just seemed like the right anecdote to get her point across. If it saved her job, it was definitely worth it!

***

Tatiana said, "Don't worry about that. If I find anyone who's trying to betray you or being incompetent enough to put this whole operation in danger, they'll be dead or worse very soon." If Tatiana was lucky, maybe she'd be able to blame a few things on her greatest rivals and detractors within the cartel. Still, though Tatiana enjoyed living dangerously, actually being in on and committing executions was not easy for her. The only people she'd ever killed were people who deserved it (although she'd had to pretend that it was for reasons like disloyalty or just cartel politics), but up close executions by her own hand were not an easy thing. She'd do it if she had to though, she'd just leave that part out of her reports.

She didn't want to start planting evidence and playing the blame game just yet though. She stood up and strode confidently around her young cartel boss and said in a slightly seductive voice, "Sometimes you're awfully careless with your officers, saying you can just have them replaced... Good officers are very hard to replace. Like me. Do you need a reminder of what I can do when I'm forgotten?" Naturally she'd never talk to Estela like this when there was anyone else around. These moments also generally didn't find their way into reports she sent back to authorities. But she enjoyed making Estela squirm. It was a thrill that she'd never gotten from any man.

Well, that certainly was… an interesting story. Lips parted in a mixture of shock and curiosity, eyebrows furrowing in thought. Simply threatening to fire the girl likely wouldn’t keep her on track, or get her to come in on time. However – according to the young resident, there were other ways to ensure that she would do her job properly. At least, that’s what she’d gotten from the story.

“I believe you, Miss Riggle.” Rowena starts slowly, elbow resting on the desk as her chin sat in her hand, hues settling on the girl. She believed that by the time they were done, she really wouldn’t fail at her job. Fingers drum slowly against the table, taking in a deep breath. “Fine. I won’t fire you. Under one condition.” Standing from her spot, the woman walked to the door, locking it to allow the pair further privacy. “You said your dad spanked you and you never did it again.” The white coat is tugged off the doctor’s frame, hanging it up on the nearest hook. “Clearly, that stuck with you – even to this day. And I need you to remember that coming in late and not completing your reports is unacceptable.” Hands land on the back of the girl’s chair, glancing down at her. “So, if you really want to keep your job that bad – go ahead and bend over my desk

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The emptiness that young cartel leader felt when Tatiana moved away produced a pout, hands remaining momentarily in mid-air to reach for the woman, though didn’t grab at her. It never ended well when Estela became too physical – having attempted multiple times at forcing the elder female to submit, only to find herself beneath her instead. She was happy that her second-in-command wouldn’t hesitated to eliminate her enemies, a bright smirk tugging at plump, rosy lips. The thought of her lover destroying her rivals made her giddy.

A shiver runs down the woman’s spine as words are practically purred to her, light flushed color painting her features as she stands from her spot; turning to look at the woman more clearly. Reaching out, arm settles on Tatiana’s shoulder, the other wrapping around her precious toy. An attempt at regaining power and composure, though the blush had yet to dissipate from her features. Tattooed digits entangle themselves in the woman’s hair, light hues looking up at her. It was hard to be intimidating when she was shorter than the other. “Those officers aren’t you.” She mentions carefully, though fingers dig into the woman’s scalp before closing to grip and tug back.

The logical side of Estela tells her not to anger the woman, but then there’s the stubborn side – the one that tells her that she’s in charge and Tatiana can’t do anything about it. For whatever reason, that side likes to win. Moving to her tiptoes, the young leader nips at the woman’s clavicle. “I can find another bitch.” She purrs right back with a smirk, though hardly means it. Estela has fallen hard. “But tell me, what would you do if I forgot you?”

Laura's usually very talkative nature went cold. She would have accepted it easily had Rowena said that she needed to work the grave-yard shift every night or do extra administration work... She wouldn't have been happy about it, but she would have accepted it. But a spanking? Really? She hadn't been spanked since she was like 12! Well, she had gotten a few warnings of a potential spanking over the next few years, but her parents were always push-overs who gave her a lot of warnings, so they never followed through in her teenage years. She always managed to do (or not do) just enough to avoid a spanking.

But now she was well into her 20s, and suddenly she was being threatened with spankings again? Maybe this was just some sort of loyalty test... Laura tried to wipe the shocked expression off her face and said, "Yes, of course ma'am." Maybe Rowena wouldn't actually spank her, or just give her a few pats on the behind. Laura slowly bent over the desk and put her elbows on it.

Part of her said that there was no way a professional doctor would actually spank her... But another part of her hoped the doctor would. Her mind went back to her teenage years and... maybe deep down she had been hoping her parents would give her a good spanking. Her sloppiness and carelessness had always been an issue, but then it is with most kids. It had only become a big problem in her teenage years, then had slowly been getting worse over time. Part of her had hoped that her parents wouldn't let her push them around and narrowly avoid their punishments... And part of her hoped that Rowena wouldn't let her get away with it either. She honestly respected Rowena more than anyone she'd known in a long time, and submitting to her felt right. She awkwardly wiggled her bum in the air as she adjusted herself over the desk.

***

"Oh, you can find another bitch, huh?" Tatiana said as she quickly reached around and gave Estela a whack on the bottom. "You're a big boss, and in front of the men I'll accept that, but there's a part of you that really needs THIS." Tatiana grabbed Estela's arm and gave her butt another quick whack with her other hand. "When your mind forgets about me, your bottom surely doesn't." Tatiana sometimes tried to tell herself that she only did this sort of thing because she wanted Estela to be putty in her hands, but she knew deep down that she really did it because both she and Estela enjoyed it. Estela had become very special to her.

She smiled down at Estela and said, "In fact, it's been a little while since I gave you a reminder of what happens when you 'forget' me because you're busy with other things. We are going back to your quarters to help you out with that!" Tatiana walked over to the door to the large room they were in to open it and lead Estela back to a room she had in this building. She wouldn't dare drag Estela through the halls, too many might see that. But she would lead her to a private location.

What the hell was the doctor doing? Was she really about the spank the young woman, rather than simply lecturing and writing her up? In all honesty, the woman thought that Laura would argue with her, rather than simply comply – but then, there she was, laying on her stomach, on the desk. For a moment, the physician simply stared at the young resident silently, thoughts clawing and scratching at her brain to figure out what she was going to do.

Feet move on their own, flats bringing her to stand beside the desk. A last glance toward the door, making sure that it was locked and that no one would interrupt them. Hands clench at her sides, giving herself one last chance to back out of this. But it’d been her idea. Words that could not be taken back anymore. Hand slowly moves, resting on the girl’s lower back, the other drumming against her own thigh. Maybe just – something quick. Something that wouldn’t toe the line of unprofessional.

“You’re also going to have night shift duty with me. I need to make sure you’re doing what you’ve promised.” Hand lifts, then drops on the girl’s covered bottom. There’s a moment, like she’d been holding her breath. Then her hand comes down again, and again, switching between the girl’s cheeks.

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The smirk that lingered on the woman’s lips quickly disappeared the moment she felt the other’s hand connect with her clothed bottom, a quiet gasp releasing. A frown replaces it, hand releasing the elder woman’s hair as it’s taken, shock not quite clearing once she feels the other slap. A pout shifts to plump lips – a rare look for the cartel leader, reserved only for the woman before her. Another rarity is the command given, not by the boss, but by the woman who seemed to truly be in charge of things.

The door was opened and Estela debated not moving for a moment. A split second – and it’s gone. Latina legs move quickly through the halls, appearing to everyone around that the leader was bringing the second to her room, when in reality it was the other way around. A private room. One that Estela had made sure no one would ever come to, and if they tried, she would destroy them. The only two people allowed being – herself and Tatiana. Stepping into the room, the woman waits for the door to open behind Tatiana before she allows her shoulders to slump, distance taken between the two. “I don’t need a reminder, Tat.” The, now seemingly young, girl says quickly, arms crossing over her chest.

When the first smacks landed on her butt, Laura jumped and yelled, "What the hell!" She had hoped, but she'd honestly expected her boss to chicken out! She quickly looked back at Rowena and her elbows went back on the desk. Laura had been the one to being up spankings, and she had also been the one who had bent over her boss' desk and said she was willing to do anything to keep her job. If a spanking and a few night shifts really was the right way to get her job back, she'd do it. And she honestly respected Rowena for being the first to take her in hand in a long time.

"Sorry..." She said. "I'll stay still now, and I'll work night shifts, too!" Out of all the punishments she could have gotten, a spanking and a few extra night shifts was not the worst!

***

Estela was taking her time, but was obeying. Tatiana repressed a small smile. "If you didn't need a reminder, you'd already be over my lap. You know that you work best and don't say fucking ridiculous things like 'I could find another bitch' when you get a little reminder now and then. So..."

Tatiana walked over and sat down on the bed as she patted her lap. "Are you going to get over my lap, or do I have to drag you?" She never would have dreamed of saying that to her last cartel boss. He said that to her, but Tatiana knew exactly how far she could go with Estela.

A pause was taken at the, in the doctor’s opinion, exaggerated response. Hand remained on the other’s lower back, the other settling on her hip. Perhaps the young resident didn’t want to keep her job all that much. And who was the physician to force the girl to remain if she didn’t want to accept her punishment? The following words are enough to bring a small smile on Rowena’s lips, repositioning to rest her hand against the smaller bottom.

“If you want to keep your job, you certainly will. Your night shifts start tomorrow. You’ll report to me, precisely at ten. I don’t want to see your ass get in late, understood?” Hand lifts once again, delivering several sharp slaps to the other’s bottom. “Not a minute after.” The smacks move to the girl’s thighs, pausing after giving five to each. “I don’t think my point is getting through, Miss Riggle.” The woman mentions, straightening up and gesturing toward the girl’s lower clothing. “Take those off.”

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Nose scrunches lightly at the accusation, nails scraping lightly against the frame of the bed; light hues watch as the woman takes her seat on the bed, Estela knowing what she was supposed to do next. Question is met with movement, feet bringing her to stand near the other. However, the younger hadn’t become the leader of a cartel by simply – giving up. Oh no, if Estela didn’t want something, she’d – at least try – to figure out a way out of it.

The boss instead moved a hand to Tatiana’s knee, body shifting to kneel between the woman’s legs. “I didn’t mean it, I was joking, Tati.” Latina coos, hopeful that this will work and they can have fun instead of a crimson bottom that wouldn’t allow her to sit comfortably for a long while – making work more difficult. Tongue moves over rosy lips, hand moving carefully up her partner’s thighs. “I promise I’ll be good, really good.”