Laura occasionally thought about switching careers, since being a nurse had changed almost entirely from being a caretaker to being little more than a sex toy to keep the patients happy. However, she’d put in years of training to get her career started and she wasn’t about to give up on a steady job with decent pay to go looking for something else.
“Hi, Mr. Lane, how are you doing today?” she asked.
Mr. Lane was in his late thirties, a little soft around the middle, and in for some minor surgery.
“I guess I’m doing about as well as can be expected,” he said. “Considering I’m getting sliced open tomorrow.”
“It’s just a minor operation, you make it sound so dramatic,” she said while checking his IV drip, heart monitor, and other vitals.
The soft beeps of machinery, low voices, and the patter of soft footsteps drifted in from the hall and filled the otherwise quiet room while she checked his temperature.
“Looks like everything is good,” she said, dropping the plastic cover off of the thermometer into the trash. “Is there anything you need?”
He reached around and slid his hand up what there was of her short skirt, cupping her bare ass. Like all the nurses, she wasn’t allowed to wear panties while on the clock.
“I’d love to fuck this hot little ass,” he said.
“Let me just check your chart,” she said, stretching her petite body over him to get the clipboard from the foot of his bed without moving so much that he’d be unable to fondle her ass.
While she looked over the chart, his hand stroked her round ass slowly, then slipped between her legs for a moment where a couple of his fingers slid into her wet pussy. She bit her lower lip and tried to focus on what she was reading.
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Still writing it, but that should give you some idea of what’s going on :)