Naughty Night Nurses

by Arilyn Abbott

  The car was nice. A gray Mercedes. It looked expensive. She never got into cars that much. Her own car was a 10 year old Taurus. Charles drove a utility truck. A few years ago, she and Charles had bought a couple cheap Suzuki motorcycles but they hadn't used them in at least two years. A lot of the cars Charles chose to work on were expensive though. It paid pretty well, and it got him onto golf courses to schmooze with wealthy people. He enjoyed that.

  For the first time it occurred to her that he probably knew people that could dispose of a body. Even the body of a cheating whore of a wife. Charles wasn't a tough guy. His t-shirt was pushed up a little and she could see his soft little belly paunch. He was soft. He was cute. He probably wouldn't bludgeon her to death with a wrench. But seemingly mild-mannered men had done things to their wives for less. He always seemed like such a nice guy, is what the neighbors always told the news people after something like that happened. He never seemed like the type to do something like this, they'd say.

  "Morning, honey," came the reply from under the car.

  "We need to talk," she said, still unsure about what to say next, but now it had to be something.

  Charles rolled out and sat up on the rolling seat, "What's going on?"

  "I did something bad."

  "Are you okay?" he asked. He was holding a wrench.

  "I don't know."

  "Did anybody die?"

  "No," she said. "Nobody died."

  "Then I wouldn't worry about it," he said.

  "Okay," she said. Maybe she didn't need to tell him.

  "This car is a Mercedes Benz S-Class LWB," he said. "It starts at about $97,000."

  "It's a nice car," she said.

  He opened the back door.

  "Get in," he said.

  "Why?" she asked. Why would he want to murder her in a $97,000 car?

  He took her hand and she stood up and moved to the car. She liked him taking control. She sat in the gray leather seat. He pushed a button and she reclined as an ottoman came up under her legs. This car had a La-Z-Boy in the backseat. It was comfy. What was happening here?

  He turned on the car stereo and music played. It was Jonas Thrust. His music was overplayed but it deserved it. Wetness was an involuntary reaction.

  "I'm going to fuck you in this car," Charlie said.

  "Okay," she said.

  He climbed on top of her and kissed her mouth. He tasted like skittles. He smelled like metal and oil. She thought the contrast was cute.

  She kissed him back and opened her legs so she could wrap them around him. She could feel he was already excited and she pushed her pelvis against it. The thought of getting fucked by her own husband had become somehow foreign and she wanted it.

  He pushed her hair back and kissed her neck softly, sweetly. She melted under his kisses as if it were the first time again.

  He pulled her shirt off. She unclasped her bra and slid it off. He looked at her.

  Her face.

  Her body.

  She felt beautiful under his gaze. He touched her, gently, feeling her.

  Her chest. Her breasts. He massaged and he kissed.

  She ran her fingers through his hair. It was thinner than it used to be. But he was hers.

  She unbuttoned his jeans and pushed her hand down the front, taking her husband's hard dick into her hand and stroking it.

  He kissed her mouth and slid her scrubs pants off of her. He fumbled with her shoes.

  Within seconds, the head of his cock was massaging her pussy lips. She rubbed against it, letting it part her, letting it tease her clit. She rubbed against it until she was wet enough to take him inside her and she held him close as he moved in her.

  It had been a while.

  It wasn't long before he pulled out and came on her belly. She didn't orgasm, but it felt good. Being wanted by her husband felt good. Wanting him felt good. She wanted this to happen more often. They'd get their groove back.

  He used her scrubs top to clean the cum off of them and he snuggled up beside her in the reclined backseat of a $97,000 automobile.

  He ran his fingers through her hair.

  "You're cheating on me?" he said.

  She nodded. Did he know or was he asking? How would he know? Alex? She didn't want to look at him. She didn't want him to be hurt. She loved him. But he didn't say anything. Why wasn't he saying anything? He wasn't looking at her either.

  "It's over though," she said. "It won't happen again. You and I just haven't been intimate in so long and..."

  "Next time," he interrupted her, "I want to watch."

  ~~~

  CHAPTER 9 – RADIATING PLEASURE

  A nna clocked in and began the trek from one end of the hospital to the other to start work. Olivia caught her in the hallway. She definitely did not want to talk to Olivia.

  "Anna," Olivia said. "I just want to say I'm sorry."

  "It's fine," Anna said, still walking. Olivia turned and followed. "I don't care. You can have him. I'm done with him."

  "I don't want him either," Olivia said. "I just... I just, I don't know. No hard feelings?"

  "Well," Anna said, "Kind of hard feelings."

  "Well, I mean," Olivia said, "I deserve that, but..."

  "It's fine," Anna said, as she almost ran into Dr. Patrick McDaniel in the cross hall.

  "Anna!" he said, "I was just looking for you."

  "See you upstairs, Olivia," Anna said, dismissing the nurse who fucked Anna's long-term boyfriend last night. Now ex-boyfriend. Anna already had her sights set on someone else. This guy. "And hello to you too," she said.

  "I didn't know if you were joking about scrimshaw," he said in his sexy Irish accent as he joined her journey to the elevator. He pulled a package out of the leather satchel he carried over his shoulder. "And I don't happen to have whalebone lying around at home, but I do have wood. So I carved you something."

  "What? You did not!" she stopped walking. He handed her the package and she opened it. He did. It was exquisite. "It's a fox!"

  "That it is."

  "A little fox," she said, walking again. "A wittle whittled fox. Did you give me a fox because I'm a fox?"

  "Of course," he said, pushing the button on the elevator. "Which is convenient, because it also happens to be the only thing I know how to whittle."

  "You could have kept that part a secret," she said. "Make a girl feel special."

  "Or maybe my whole life," he said, "has been leading up to this moment."

  The elevator opened and they entered it.

  "Hold the elevator!" Ruby, the newest nurse in the med-surg unit, ran down the hall toward the elevator. Dr. McDaniel held the door and she burst in.

  "Morning, Ruby," the doctor said with a smile. Last night was his first night on the job and he already remembered Ruby's name? She must have made quite an impression. But wait! It's not morning!

  "It's not morning, silly," Ruby said. "It's evening. You're just not used to working the night shift yet."

  "I slept most of the day," he said, "So it's kind of my morning."

  "I slept most of the day too," she said. "I had a dream about you though and I wanted to ask you about it because I didn't really understand something you said."

  "Something I said... in your dream."

  "Yeah," she said. "Okay, so you were in love with a woman and also this bus driver was in love with the woman. And I overheard her talking to the bus driver and he told her that he was going away for a whole week on a bus trip. And then he gave her a basket of apples. And I didn't know why he gave her a basket of apples. So then I told you about it -- in my dream -- because I thought you needed to know in case you wanted to make your move on her while he was gone. And you asked if I was sure they were apples. And I said yes I was sure. And you said then there is nothing you could do. And I was going to ask you what that meant, but then I woke up. So what did you mean?"

  "This was a dream?" the doctor laughed.

  "Yeah, it was a dream," Ruby said. "Why did you say th
at there was nothing you could do in my dream?"

  "Because," he said, "an apple a day keeps the doctor away."

  ~~~

  Olivia was in the mood to see dicks. She'd fucked a woman this afternoon, and she liked it a lot. Maybe too much. Phyllis was assisting tonight because Kendra was going to be off for the next three nights. That was just as well. Olivia needed to see some dicks to get her world back in balance. She was in the surgery suite now, and there were three dicks in the room. No. There were four, counting the patient.

  The patient was in his 70s and she'd had to touch his dick when she was prepping him for surgery. It was all shriveled and old. As it should be. Then there was Dr. Svenssen, the surgeon. She'd seen his dick this morning. And touched it. Sucked it. Felt it pumping inside her. That left the new nurse anesthetist training under Natalie, and an x-ray tech that Olivia had never seen before today.

  Everyone was wearing surgical gowns, and surgical hats and masks. And everyone had a lead apron under their gowns. So as much as Olivia wanted to see some swinging cocks, she wasn't going to for a while. She did wonder what the two men were packing though. Philip, the nurse anesthetist, wasn't particularly attractive. He'd hit on her a couple times since he started working here three weeks ago, but he was too awkward to take seriously. This other guy, though, the x-ray tech... this is the first time she'd seen him.

  "Are you new?" she asked.

  "New to this," he said. "I do x-rays, cat scans, and MRI. Apparently I do this now too."

  "Where's Tanya?" Tanya was the x-ray person who usually ran the C-arm fluoroscopy machine.

  "She's off on vacation I guess," he said.

  "Hmm. What's your name?"

  "Alex. Who are you?"

  "I'm Olivia," she said, and ran a finger around the edge of the head of the c-ray machine. "You know how to work your big tool?"

  "You're gonna find out," he said.

  Before she could respond to that, Dr. Svenssen called out that the surgery was starting, so she had to go to work.

  Alex did a good job. He was supposed to center the machine over the area where the surgeon was working and take live x-ray video so Dr. Svenssen could see what he was doing inside the patient. He did that. She could see the video in the monitor. The metal surgical instruments showed up really well. Bones showed up really well. The softer tissues showed up too, to varying degrees. It was fun to watch.

  After the surgery was over, Phyllis took the patient upstairs, Dr. Svenssen went to work on documentation, and the anesthetists took off. Olivia stayed to clean up. Alex stayed to help her. They'd taken off their surgical attire, and now he stood there in just his scrubs. He looked like a young Kurt Cobain. He swung the head of the fluoroscopy machine around and locked everything in the home position, and Olivia watched the bulge in the front of his pants swing too. It kept swinging while he helped her pick up the mess from surgery and stuff it in trash cans.

  "You're handy," she said. "Thanks for staying."

  She leaned the surgery table to reach for a pillow she'd purposely let fall to the floor. She made sure that bending over allowed the x-ray tech a clear view down the v-neck of her scrubs top. His eyes seemed to take the bait. She wasn't sure.

  "I don't mind," he said, picking the pillow up for her and tossing it on the table. "ER knows how to get me if they need me."

  "So how dangerous is that machine?" she asked.

  "What do you mean?"

  "It uses radiation, right?"

  "Oh, yeah," he said. "Potentially really dangerous. Even a small amount of radiation can potentially cause cancer, but most doctors feel the diagnostic benefits outweigh the risks."

  "Hmm," she said. "In your expert opinion, does the benefit of watching me suck your cock on that monitor outweigh the risks?"

  "Fuck," he said.

  "That too," she said.

  "Fuckkkkkk," he sighed, and unlatched the locks on the machine.

  He swung the head around so the C-arm shape of the machine formed a circle parallel to the floor. Olivia moved the surgeon's work stool to the circle. She sat in front of Alex. She could tell he was as excited about this as she was. He wasn't hard yet, but it was starting to rise and resist the thin blue fabric that restrained it.

  She rubbed him through his pants and he responded with involuntary pulses.

  "Turn the machine on," she said, "Let me see."

  "Not yet," he said. He held a little handle with a button on it. A spiraled cord connected the handle to the big machine. He ran his other hand through Olivia's hair.

  She continued to stroke his cock through his pants. She pulled down the front of them and saw that he was smoothly shaven. She kissed his belly and down to the base of his cock. By now it was struggling to get out. She reached in and released it, thick and long. Bigger that Dr. Svenssen's. Definitely bigger than Anna's boyfriend's. Twice the size of his, easily. She wasn't a size queen by any means. To her, sex was a conquest, and every victory had its unique rewards. This one happened to involve a cock that was going to hurt going in. Oh, and also one that she was going to actually get to see inside of her.

  She licked slowly up the hard shaft and looked up at him with pouty eyes and said, "Turn it on."

  He smiled and pushed the button and the monitor displayed her skull and his pelvis. And a very visible fuck piece. She took his dick into her mouth and sucked on it, smiling at getting to see it move in her mouth.

  The monitor shut off.

  "Hey," she said, "Turn it back on!"

  "Moderation," he said, pushing her head down, guiding her head up and down on his dick. He slid his hand down the v-neck of her scrubs top and rubbed the tits she had been showing off to him earlier.

  She licked it sucked him until he was slippery enough to slide down her throat. Before she took it down her throat, she grabbed his hand and pushed the button. It was hot, almost comical, but very hot, to watch his long, thick tube fill the space between her skull and her jaw, between her teeth, and then continue past the back of her mouth and down her throat. She could see her throat recoil as her gag reflex kicked in. What it didn't show is the tears streaming down her face. He turned the machine off again and pulled his cock out of her mouth.

  "Hey!" she said.

  He wrapped a hand around her throat and stood her up, and turned her around and held her close to him. He still held her throat. He kissed her neck as he ran his other hand up under her shirt and rubbed her chest through her bra. He slid his hand back down her belly to the front of her scrub pants and then under them, between her thighs, and felt her wetness through her underwear. He untied her scrubs pants and pulled them down.

  He bent her over. To balance herself, she rested her hands on the stool she'd been sitting on.

  He held her by the hips, one hand holding the button again. He pushed the button as he pushed slowly into her.

  She watched the monitor. She watched herself being penetrated.

  It did hurt. He was being gentle. He was still stretching her out. It hurt a little. In a good way. He wasn't even going all the way in, but she could see how deep he was going and it was definitely working for her. She watched him pump slowly and deeply in and out of her.

  The machine shut off again.

  "Turn it back on," she moaned.

  "Soon," he said, and he held her tight with both hands and pounded into her harder. She was still bracing herself with her hands, but she felt like he had complete control of her with his hands on her hips, holding her up, pulling her into him with each thrust. Even when one of his hands started moving around her body, she felt like he still had total control.

  He spanked her, caressed her body, moving his hand to her shoulder, and then around her neck. He held her by her neck while he moved inside her. The hand still holding her hip slid between her legs and massaged her clit in a circular motion while his cock slid in and out of her. It didn't take long before she was cumming.

  The monitor came back on.

  How did he do that?
He wasn't holding the button.

  She remembered there was a foot pedal that controlled the machine too. She must have been too distracted to notice it was on the floor near them. Now the monitor was on and she could see her ass bones rolling against his pelvic bones on it.

  He enlarged the area where his cock was pumping inside her. As if he needed enlarged. He stopped moving in and out of her and just left his dick buried deep in her. He zoomed in on the head just in time for Olivia to see a faint explosion shoot out of the head of his cock. It was barely visible, but it was visible, and she could feel it as it happened. The machine shut back off and he pulled out of her. He grabbed a clean towel and wiped his dick off and pulled his pants back up.

  Olivia stood up and turned around just in time for Alex to push her against the surgery table and sit her down. He kissed her mouth and gently cleaned her soaked pussy with the towel. He left her with the towel so she could finish cleaning herself up while he locked the x-ray machine back into home position.

  "Never tell anyone this happened," he said.

  "Who would believe me?" she asked. "It sounds like an urban legend."

  "I've been called legendary," he said.

  "I bet you have," she laughed.

  ~~~

  CHAPTER 10 – DIGITAL MANIPULATION

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  o one knows he is here," Deondra told Anna during the nightly patient handoff. "He's here under the name 'Mitch McConnell' so no one will know he's important in any way."

  "Good choice," Anna said. "But when are you going to tell me who it really is?"

  "You're already too excited," Deondra said. "If you act weird, people are going to start asking questions. We're taking patient confidentiality laws very seriously here."

  "Victor is still here isn't he?" Anna said, "Everyone knows he's here and he's a billionaire. How important can this new guy be?"

  "You're going to have to see for yourself," Deondra said. She led Anna down the hallway to room 472.

  Anna's legs almost gave out when she saw who was in Room 472.