This could have gone in a couple of spots... summer clothing, DB... but I decided because of the combination of things it would go best here.
The other day we got toned out for "Fainting/sick person". We arrived on scene and a young lady probably in her early to mid 20's is waiting for us. I quickly noticed two things about her. First of all from the engine I noticed her legs that were on display in some daisy duke cutoff shorts. As I got closer it was very obvious she was not wearing a bra. She had on a very thin heather grey V neck t-shirt. The call was for her mom who basically without going into detail I should not, made some poor choices/had a little too much fun and made herself sick. Anyway the daughter was hovering but did not seem that concerned. The ambulance was quickly on scene and I was not needed for patient care so I stepped into the next room and asked the daughter if she could answer some questions for my report. She was acting super flirty... she kept touching my arm and giggling. When I asked for her mom's phone number (for the report) she said she had to look it up in her phone. You must think I am the biggest air head (touching me again as she said it) and giggled. Then she put her phone on the small hall table I was standing in front of and bent forward to "look for the phone number". It took her way longer than it should have and I tried not to look because I need to be professional but I had a view down that T shirt to her daisy dukes. She had no tan lines. Her tits were probably B cup and slightly pointy/torpedo shaped with at the time hard nipples that were almost more of a reddish brown than a pink. She was leaning forward and I only took a glance but they seemed pretty perky. There is no way she did not know what she was doing. I should also mention she had kind of frizzy brown hair and amazing green eyes.
About this time they got the mom on a rescue tarp because the gurney would not fit in the room and needed help carrying her out. I asked the daughter if she would hold my clipboard. After we got her mom out, she gave me the clipboard back and there was a scrap of paper on it with a phone number. She said, "That number is mine in case you need it... or want it." Once again touching me with the "or want it." I told her, "take care and don't have too much fun like your mom." She laughed and said she didn't do the things her mom did.
She was cute AF but that is as far as it went and ever will go. It was a bit of a thrill though on the flip side, having to jump aside to avoid puke as we were strapping her mom to the gurney was quite the turn off.
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