Chris hurried out of the emergency room exit. After ten straight days of working as an ICU charge nurse, on the three to eleven shift, she finally had a weekend off. One of the nurses with whom she worked knew of a swinging party in the West San Fernando Valley and told Chris where it was. Driving to her apartment Chris wondered what a farm girl from Iowa would discover at a Southern California party. She hoped she would meet some people who had the same interests in sex that she did.
“I’ve been too long without romancing,” she murmured as she undressed for her shower.
She was an attractive woman in her middle twenties. Her dishwater blond hair hung to her shoulders. She had small breasts with large, sensitive nipples, a narrow waist and, what her mother called, a “slat ass”.
The thing most people noticed about Chris once they stopped staring at her beautiful oval face was her piercing green eyes. She often made people feel that she could look right through them. Because of this as she grew older she frequently avoided eye contact with strangers. This, she soon discovered, made her seem shy and vulnerable and, to many people, even more attractive.
After finishing her shower she spent a good while drying her hair. Finally, at about one thirty in the morning, dressed in designer jeans, a yellow, cotton turtle neck shirt, a camel hair jacket and dark brown loafers, she was ready for the party.
She drove west on the Ventura Freeway exiting when she reached Encino. It took her a while to find the street she wanted but once she found it it was not difficult to determine where the party was.
Amid the darkened residences south of Ventura Boulevard one house shown like a beacon. Lights gleamed from all the windows in a large two story Tudor structure. There were cars parked up and down the street for a full block on either side.
“Surprisingly little noise,” she thought as she cruised slowly past looking for a parking spot. She pulled in behind a red Ferrari, about a block from the house, and parked. Sitting quietly she wondered if she should forget the whole thing. She had no desire to walk a block, at two in the morning, on a dimly lit street even in the swankiest part of the San Fernando Valley.
A tapping on her window roused her from her reverie. A good-looking woman stood beside her car door and motioned for her to roll the window down. Chris could see the woman was nicely dressed and decided to at least discuss her predicament through a partly opened car window.
“Yes,” she said.
“Hi. I’m Marilyn Short. If you’re here for the party let’s go in together. I was waiting in the Ferrari for someone to walk me down the street.”
“Oh great,” Chris said taking the keys out of the ignition. “I was just about to leave because I didn’t want to walk the block alone. I’m Chris Diamond by the way.”
“Hi Chris,” Marilyn said as she hooked her arm into Chris’ and led the way to the party.
They entered the front room of the house. There was the smell of cigarette smoke and the sounds of soft music and whispering voices coming from somewhere nearby but the well lit room was devoid of human occupants.
“Well Chris, ever been to one of these before?” Marilyn asked as she walked to a table loaded with hors d’oeuvres.
“Nope. I haven’t a clue as to what one does at theses things,” Chris answered spearing a shrimp and dipping it in cocktail sauce.
Marilyn was shorter than Chris and older. She had thick, dark, tousled hair, a pretty oval face and a full figure attractively encased in leather pants and silk blouse.
“She looks as if she just woke up,” Chris thought as chewed the seafood morsel and studied her new found friend.
“Well, first of all lets sit down and review the options,” Marilyn said pouring herself a generous shot of scotch and loading a plate with various goodies from the table before walking to a cluster of chairs in one corner of the room.
Chris followed suit except that she found the champagne nestled in an ice bucket beside the table more to her liking. Then sitting down opposite Marilyn she prepared to listen to the voice of experience.
“It’s safe to assume that neither of us is here for the food,” Marilyn laughed. “Most people come to these things because they’re interested in mildly kinky sexual experiences.”
Chris smiled and asked, “Or just a tad horny?”
“Not really the usual reason,” Marilyn shook her head. “Hell you could get all you need looking the way you do — don’t tell me you came here just to get laid.”
Chris blushed as she nodded her head.
“I don’t believe it. What kind of work do you do?”
Chris explained her situation and the nature of her job.
“Oh wow. You work with doctors and you haven’t been hit on in almost two weeks. What the hell is the medical profession coming too?”
Marilyn had finished her drink and moved to the table for more. Chris sat quietly and ate. Several people had wandered in and out of the room while they had been talking and eating.
When Marilyn returned, her plate piled high and her glass full, she said, “OK let me explain this kind of a party. There are people who get their kicks out of explicit movies. The hosts have a room set up for them upstairs. There are some folks who like group sex so the largest room in the place, usually a finished attic, is set up to accommodate them.”
“Naturally, there are several rooms set up for quiet sexual liaisons. And finally, there will be one room equipped for those into mildly kinky stuff like soft restraints, stroking with feathers and, for some of the more modern women, fisting.”
“Jeez does fisting really happen? I have heard of it but it scares the hell out of me. It just isn’t that safe and it’s more than mild kinkiness as far as I’m concerned,” Chris said draining her champagne glass.
“Yeah it happens. You have to know how to spot the girls who are into it. Look for red hankies hanging out of back pockets — that is if you are interested in sex with other women. If not fisting isn’t likely to be a problem for you at a party like this.”
“Thanks for the information,” Chris said walking over to the champagne bucket and refilling her glass. “What is your usual play at parties like this Marilyn?”
“God have you got piercing eyes girl. I shouldn’t wonder that you could read my mind,” she laughed. “I think you better let me ask you that question so that I wont shock you.”
“Well, let’s just leave it that I really enjoy sex and I am not bashful about telling my lover how I want it at any given time. Now you answer my question,” she said staring hard at the dark haired, slightly disheveled Marilyn.
Marilyn drained her glass, looked into Chris’ eyes and said, “I come to these parties because I’m into bondage — no S/M just restraints. Does that shock you?”
“Not really. So what do we do cruise this place or head for a particular room?”
Marilyn stood up and moved toward the back of the house. “I’ll head for the room I know I want. Why don’t you cruise?” she answered.
“OK — but just in case we don’t see each other around let’s exchange phone numbers,” Chris said digging into her purse for pen and paper.
Marilyn, licking her full lips sensuously nodded and handed Chris a card she must have been holding for a while. It was damp and slightly wrinkled at the corners. “I am sure glad you suggested that, Chris.”
Marilyn quickly disappeared up the broad stair case. Chris walked into the back of the house and found several men and women sitting, smoking and talking in the kitchen. An older women rose and offered to get Chris something to eat or drink. She explained that they were all with the catering service hired for the party.
Chris apologized for interrupting and decided she’d best explore the upper floors. She climbed the stairs and opened the door of the first room she came to. The room was dark except for a large screen TV displaying a man and a women actively fucking to the accompaniment of much groaning and squealing. Both actors appeared to be rather bored with the whole thing.
Glancing around the room she saw several couples in various stages of undress making love. Compared to the noises coming from the screen they were all rather quietly involved.
Chris was suddenly aware of one couple on the floor in front of the TV. Their naked bodies glowed red and green and blue in the reflected light from picture. The woman was above the man and as Chris watched she guided her partner’s erect cock into her darkly thatched pussy and then leaned forward rubbing her large, firm breasts back and forth over her lover’s chest.
The man began to thrust his hips up and down vigorously while the woman attempted to match his rhythm. Suddenly the man groaned, stiffened and clutched her to his chest. Chris saw a look of utter dismay sweep across the young woman’s face as her lover’s climax obviously had come too soon.
Chris’ sensitive nipples stood erect and she was suddenly conscious of her folded hands pressing into her crotch, her legs slightly spread. She knew the frustration the young, ardent women was experiencing. She had had more than her share of it in the past.
Meanwhile the young woman pushed herself away from the man still spread out on the floor and looked up to see Chris staring at her. “Did you see it all?” she asked with a sardonic little laugh.
“Yes. I’m sorry for you — I’m Chris Diamond by the way.”
“Hi Chris — I’m Betty Morales,” she said reaching for the towel beside her and dabbing at her crotch. “I guess I’ll have to go cruising again.”
Chris slid onto the floor next to Betty and said, “I’d like to help you solve your problem.”
“If you’re making a pass Chris it’s just been received,” Betty whispered hoarsely. “Let’s find the room where I started out,” she said wrapping herself in a silk robe that had been under the towel she used.
Holding Chris’ hand Betty led the way down a well lighted corridor to a room at the far end. She tapped lightly on the door remarking, “In this place anyone might be doing anything so it’s always better to knock before entering.”
The room was dimly lit. The bed was made but the spread was rumpled. Betty turned to Chris as she closed the door whispering, “Get undressed please Chrisie.”
As Chris slipped out of her jacket Betty’s hands reached eagerly for her tiny breasts and hard nipples pushing at the soft cotton shirt. Sliding her hands down to Chris’ waist she lifted the shirt up and pressed her warm, eager mouth to Chris’ right breast sucking noisily. Her tongue then began to work at the stiff, erect nipple. Chris moaned and stopped struggling to get her hands and arms free of her turtle neck shirt.
She felt Betty’s hands moving with tender, almost tickling strokes down her now tense body. Each movement of Betty’s hands and each stroke of her fingers left a trail of fiery desire in their wake. Chris’ seemed to fold beneath her and she dropped gently onto the bed as Betty’s hands searched for the buttons and zipper of her jeans.
Her body pulsated and she whispered softly, “Please do it Betty.” Her jeans dropped to her ankles but her wet bikini panties resting at knee level kept her from spreading her legs. She struggled to open spread her legs for Betty’s probing fingers. The more she struggled the wilder her desire and need became.
Betty was now straddling Chris and brushing her tight little breasts with her own. Chris struggled to get her hands free so that she could bring Betty’s luscious tits to her lips and mouth. The more she struggled the tighter she seemed bound by her clothes.
Betty’s hands moved to Chris’ crotch. Thrusting and whimpering Chris moved her hips wildly seeking to bring the exploring hands into her now ravenous cunt.
Betty was crooning softly as she moved seductively about the wildly passionate body beneath her. She kissed Chris’ thighs, and licked at the wetness she found there. She moved her hands up to Chris’ tiny breasts and rolled the large, firm nipples which stood straight as guardsmen above her pouting pink areolas. Then slipping a leg between Chris’ restrained thighs Betty pressed against Chris’ wet throbbing pussy as she thrust her own warm, eager cunt down onto Chris’ right leg. The two ardent women quickly found their rhythm of love and with whimpers of delight they thrusted and ground their hips until with sudden cries of unbounded passion their bodies shivered and jerked in mutually intense orgasmic ecstasy.
Chris lay sobbing as her climax passed. Betty her body still eager for loving brought her face up to Chris’ and kissed her tenderly. Then she pulled the restraining shirt from Chris’ arms and whispered, “Hold me my love, please.”
Chris clutched the big bosomed woman to her feeling her firm, voluptuousness pressing against the still eager, sensitive nipples. Moving her soft hands gently over Betty’s smooth, sweaty back she pressed her still throbbing cunt against the warm, dampness of Betty’s pussy.
Softly crooning Betty began to thrust and grind her hips into the blond dampness of Chris’ muff. The two woman began another violent dance of love. Their lovely and loving bodies rocked and thrust at each other.
Chris felt the sudden wonderful warmth that presaged her most intense orgasms. Squealing with unbridled pleasure her body shook and her hands tore at the smooth back of her lover.
Betty’s body stiffened suddenly as Chris pulled and tugged in mindless delight. She gasped as unrestrained passion sent spasm after spasm of orgasmic delight coursing through her panting, ardent body.
The two women lay pressed firmly against each other for a long while. Chris let her hands wander freely over Betty’s body until they found and fondled the crease between her buttocks. Betty grunted and shivered as Chris stroked and kneaded Betty’s firm muscular butt and let her fingers stray near the anus.
Struggling to sit up Betty grasped Chris’ exploring hand firmly and whispered, “Darling fuck me there please.”
Chris let Betty guide her hand to the bulging rosebud and then gently rubbing it with the moistness of Betty’s passion she slipped two fingers inside. Betty whimpered and moved abruptly to straddle Chris’ right thigh. She then rubbed her wet cunt up and down Chris’ still restrained leg with a ferocity that surprised gentle Chris.
As Betty’s movements became wilder Chris’ fingers probed deeper and strived to maintain the wild beat of Betty’s unbounded lust. With a sudden shriek Betty grabbed and squeezed her rich full breasts and her body jerked violently. Chris’ fingers were held firmly by the spasms that moved in quick succession through the anus of her wanton lover.
Clinging to her breasts Betty rocked back and forth for a long while before slipping sideways onto the bed next to Chris’ lithe, supple body. There she lay panting and murmuring, “It’s so lovely that way.”
Chris slipped off the bed, pulled her still restraining panties off and dropping them to the floor padded silently to the bathroom.
As she emerged from the bathroom some minutes later she saw that Betty had turned on a bedside light and was sitting up watching her.
“You have a beautiful body to match your lovely face, Chris,” she whispered holding her arms open.
Chris moved into the fold of her embrace and kissed her passionately. “This body needs some more loving dear Betty,” she murmured.
“I was greedy and selfish dear girl,” Betty said smiling and letting her hands move quickly and certainly to Chris’ breasts. Rolling the rigid nipples beneath her palms Betty kissed Chris again and again on her eager, warm mouth. She moved her lips downward nipping at Chris’ neck, sucking her sensitive, erect nipples and then sliding her face between Chris’ wide spread thighs.
“Oh God, eat me please,” Chris moaned as Betty’s artful tongue licked teasingly at the lips of her vagina. Chris’ legs thrashed wildly and her hips pitched upward as desire seized control of her supple and supplicant body. Betty’s strong hands gripped Chris’ breasts as she buried her face deep into Chris’ now wide open, wet cunt. Her tongue touched Chris’ vibrating, stiff little clit and Chris whimpered, “Suck me off — do it please darling.”
Holding Chris’ firm nipples between thumb and fingers Betty rolled them back and forth. Her lips now surrounded Chris’ stiff, pulsating little organ. She sucked noisily as Chris thrust her hips up and moved wildly trying desperately to hold Betty to her ravenous cunt. With a sudden shrill cry Chris’ body moved violently, her hands pulling at the dark hair of her lover as spasms of ecstasy swept through her.
Betty could feel the warm juices flowing from the passionate girl. Her lips and tongue continued to gently massage the still rigid clit and squeezing sucking cunt until with a sigh Chris dozed off.
Betty slid up on the bed until she lay next to the sleeping Chris. Taking her in her arms she held Chris close an quietly drifted off to sleep.
Streaks of light streamed through the windows when both women roused. Sitting up and stretching luxuriantly Chris said, “Time to get some breakfast.”
Betty lying in a semi-recumbent position and looking at Chris’ lean, supple body leered salaciously, “I think I have something I’d rather eat right here.”
Chris laughed as she moved off the bed quickly eluding Betty’s reaching arms and grasping hands.
“I think we’ve had enough for the while. I’m going to find some breakfast then go home and get into some clean clothes.”
Betty sighed and sank back onto the bed as Chris her tiny, firm breasts jiggling walked briskly into the bath room carrying her jeans and sweater.
While Chris showered she mulled over her experiences of the previous night. She had never been restrained while making love before. She realized that she found it particularly stimulating and her multiple orgasms seemed more intense.
“I wonder what having a cock inside would feel like in that situation,” she thought as she stood quietly under the warm shower spray. “Maybe tonight — I’ll call Marilyn and see if she wants to go out.”
After she finished showering and drying her hair she crawled into bed and fell into a deep sleep. It was almost three in the afternoon when the soft chiming of her phone wakened her. It was Marilyn wanting to hear all the details of her evening in Encino.
“How about our going out this evening — especially to a place where we can find some men,” Chris asked sleepily.
Marilyn laughed, “I guess you didn’t exactly strike out but you didn’t get your bases filled either did you?”
“You’ve got that right.”
“OK. I know just the place. You have to come back to the Valley though — about five thirty. I live in Calabasas so let’s start with a drink at the Inn and then start out head-hunting. Hey that’s a great pun,” Marilyn giggled.
“OK I’ll be there — dressed how?”
“Slacks, nice blouse and pumps — where I’m going to take you is neither too dressy nor too informal.”
Yawning Chris murmured, “I’ll see you in a while.” She replaced the phone, set her travel alarm and smiling with happy anticipation snuggled down for a little more sleep.
Chris was late for her date with Marilyn. Traffic on the Ventura Freeway had been unusually heavy for a Sunday. She rushed into the bar and saw Marilyn sitting alone at a little table a half consumed drink in front of her.
“I’m sorry to be so late,” Chris said breathlessly. “Traffic was awful.”
“Out there maybe — in here nada,” Marilyn responded smiling up at Chris. “Want a drink before we head out?”
“Not really. Thanks.”
“Good. Let’s go. We’ll take my car.”
Chris nodded. “Where are we going?”
“Well honey it’s like this,” Marilyn said grinning, “I still belong to a rather posh country club — part of the divorce settlement from my first husband — there are more rich, healthy young studs prowling there than anywhere north of Manhattan Beach. That’s where I go whenever I need a jump start.” Chris laughed. “Sounds good to me.”
As they walked out to the parking area Chris sized up Marilyn’s wardrobe for the evening. She wore a low cut patterned red silk blouse and tailored black gabardine slacks. “That outfit’s off Rodeo Drive for sure,” she thought not unmindful of the tantalizing roll of her friend’s full, firm butt.
“Slide in Chrisie and we’ll make this red monster growl,” Marilyn said unlocking the Ferrari and quickly turning off the alarm system. As she deftly guided the car out onto the freeway Marilyn said, “You’re dressed beautifully. No one can miss the figure your barely covering — no I can’t read minds but I caught you eying my duds as we left.”
Chris blushed. “I wish I could afford fine clothes like those you’re wearing. You look lovely.”
“Hon, when you get to be my age clothes are an essential enticement. The boobs may sag a little and the butt splays out some so if you can afford it you dress to make them assets,” Marilyn laughed. “Now with you it’s different. First off I’ll bet you’ve never worn a bra in your life — that green blouse just barely hides the goodies. And if I had a butt like yours I wouldn’t need Adolpho designs.”
Chris patted Marilyn’s leg. “You sound like you’re an old lady. I’ll bet there’s not ten years difference in our ages.”
“You’d lose kiddo. I’m nearly forty. Only the pelvis thinks it’s still eighteen,” Marilyn laughed.
She drove with enthusiasm. The car hugged the rode as they sped along. In a very short time they pulled up to the front of a large rambling structure that was some addled California architect’s idea of an antebellum mansion.
A young man dressed in a white shirt and black tie and trousers came running. “Good afternoon Mrs. Short,” he said with a grin lighting up his freckled face.
“Hi Tommy. Usual rules when you park this, OK?.”
“Sure.” He jumped in and moved the red car away quietly and swiftly.
“I think that kid comes every time he sees that Ferrari.”
“He sure seemed anxious to get to drive it.”
“Yeah. He’s one of the few reliable one’s at this place — let’s go in.”
Chris followed Marilyn very conscious of her sudden hauteur. Marilyn walked across the spacious lobby head held high, studiously ignoring the stares of the members lounging in overstuffed sofas and chairs scattered about the room.
“What gives? You acted as if those people didn’t exist,” Chris said catching up to her dark haired friend.
“I’ll explain when we get to our table and have a drink,” Marilyn whispered continuing to stride toward the double doors of the large dining area.
The maitre d’hotel greeted Marilyn effusively and led the two women to a table that overlooked the golf course. Leaning so that he could whisper conspiratorially into Marilyn’s ear the said, “We have a only a few more fresh crabs left Mrs. Short — I recommend them highly.”
Marilyn smiled and said, “We’ll have them as Crab Louis, Max and bring us a bottle of Dom Perignon — a good year please.” Then looking at Chris she said, “I hope that’s OK with you. This evening is on me you know?” Chris protested but to no avail. Then, letting her curiosity get the better of her she asked, “OK explain the haughty walk through the lobby.”
Marilyn answered with an amused look on her face. “You’ve probably never been to one of these sex parlors of the very rich. The people sitting out in the lobby are shopping. The couples were probably looking for wife swappers or group sex devotees; the single men were looking for gals like us but they’re too cheap to blow the bucks it takes to wine and dine us; and the single ladies were looking for other single ladies — in fact her comes a ‘nice straight lady’ who likes girls a lot. With this one we can get blown to dinner, drinks and then just blown all night if that’s your desire.”
“You know it isn’t — er, excuse me,” Chris muttered as a tall, thin, pale blond lady of about fifty approached the table. She was dressed in a beautiful Georgio Armani ensemble. Leaning forward with a murmured greeting she kissed Marilyn on the lips.
Marilyn unruffled said, “Marion Swope this is my friend Chris Diamond. Chris, Marion is one of the grand ladies of this fine club.”
“Nice to meet you Chris,” Marion said sweeping an appraising eye over Chris as she pulled a chair out and sat. “Are you all booked for the evening or would you mind some company?”
Marilyn motioned to a hovering waiter to bring another champagne glass and turning to Marion said, “Unfortunately Chris and I have plans Marion. Some other evening give me a call.”
Marion with cool disdain stared at Chris as she sipped champagne and said, “What a shame dear — you will miss a marvelous evening.” Rising, she drained her glass and with a wave of thanks moved toward the door.
“She’s like a teenager in heat. She’s married and has a couple of kids. One of the women members got her interested in sex with the single girls. Now she eats it up — that’s literal and no pun intended.”
“I’ve run into this among some of the nurses I work with. They’re straight — but…”
The dinner was excellent and Marilyn ordered a second bottle of champagne to accompany it. They were almost finished when Chris felt Marilyn’s knee pressing against her thigh. She glanced quickly in the direction Marilyn had nodded her head and saw two tall, athletic appearing men moving toward their table.
“That’s the assistant tennis pro and the golf pro — we may have hit the jackpot,” Marilyn whispered in a careful aside.
They both continued to pick at the remaining morsels on their plate as a pleasantly accented baritone voice said, “Mizz Short, it’s nice to see you this evening.”
Marilyn looked up from her plate. “Why Billy Deacon it’s a pleasure to see you. Would you and Mr. Welsh join Chris Diamond and me for champagne and dessert?”
Chris was greeted graciously by both men and was struck by their unstudied good looks.
“The fellow with the salt and pepper hair is really good looking. Is his name Welsh?” she pondered silently.
The man she was eying slyly was indeed Fred Welsh the golf pro. Whether he sensed her interest or just fortuitously decided to sit next to her Chris did not know. What she did know was that he was inordinately attractive. She felt her breasts start to swell, her nipples harden and the telltale moistness grow between her legs.
“Jesus, I’m so horny I could do it right here with him,” she thought, smiling she hoped enigmatically as she turned to ask, “Did you have a good round of golf today?”
He turned his bronzed face toward her and said in a soft voice, “Two rounds of seventy-three, not too bad for an old man really.”
“You’re no old man,” Chris blurted as she touched his forearm in reassurance.
“You are as kind as you are beautiful,” he said smiling warmly and patting her hand. “What kind of work do you do, Miss Diamond?”
“It’s Chris and I’m an ICU nursing supervisor,” she answered striving mightily to keep her voice steady.
“Ah an angel of mercy — you do look the part.”
Chris blushed and looked away. She saw that Marilyn and Billy were almost nuzzling each other as their whispered conversation became animated. Marilyn’s face was rosy with excitement and her large delicate hands were moving over the table cloth in a highly suggestive way.
Marilyn suddenly stood up and smoothing her skirt with a brisk gesture said, “Why don’t we all drive up to my place. We can talk, dance and guzzle some more champers without disgracing ourselves.”
Fred stood and said, “OK Chris and I will follow your red bomb Marilyn — is that alright with you Chris?”
“Absolutely,” Chris said her excitement mounting by the second.
Fred, ail six feet two of him, strode out of the dining room with Chris running to keep up. He led her through the pro shop into a small parking lot where his BMW was parked.
“We have to hurry because the way Marilyn drives we can lose her in a jiffy,” he said laughingly as he assisted Chris into the plush leather passenger’s seat.
The drive to Marilyn’s home in the hills of Calabasas seemed to take forever. Chris tried not to be too obvious in her taking of physical inventory of her companion. He was tall, and had a ruggedly handsome face that was sun bronzed. His salt and pepper hair was cut short. Her eyes drifted from his narrow waist down to his crotch where she saw a definite bulge that started the whole cycle of her arousal again.
It was dark as they pulled into the long sweeping driveway of Marilyn’s opulent home.
“My goodness this is a lovely home,” Chris breathed as she slid out of the car.
“Yep. You can’t be poor and belong to that club of ours I’ll tell you,” Fred laughed as he pulled Chris close and held her arm tightly as they walked to the house.
By the time they had reached the door Marilyn had turned on the outside lights. The broad sweep of lawn and the pool and tennis court were all brilliantly lit. Chris gasped in amazement.
Marilyn greeted them at the door smiling. “I’ll get the champagne and something to eat then Billy and I are going swimming — you two want to join us?”
Chris started to protest that she had no suit but Marilyn anticipated her, “I can provide you both with swimming togs so don’t go shy on me.”
Chris followed Marilyn into the kitchen and helped her set up a plate of pate and caviar.
“I’ll show you where your room is,” Marilyn said, “as soon as we get this food and drink out for the guys.”
“OK and thanks for being such a pal.”
“Don’t thank me until the evening is over, doll.”
The two women served the food and poured the champagne. Marilyn pointed out the lanais that lined one side of the pool and informed both men that they could change into trunks they would find in the lockers near the pool pump room.
“They’re all clean,” she said leading Chris from the room.
As they climbed the stairs Marilyn suddenly became serious. “Chris, I don’t want to disillusion you. You don’t know anything about me so come on into my rooms and we’ll talk while we change.”
Marilyn’s bedroom consisted of three large rooms plus a spacious bathroom. She led Chris into the bedroom where a large brass bed occupied almost all of one room. “We’ll change in here,” she said walking into a large closet and tossing out several swim suits.
As Chris undressed Marilyn, already naked, sat on the bed and spoke:
“I’ve been married four times. I have no kids and never wanted any. I live for sex. It was sex that got me four rich men and it was sex that lost all of them for me.”
“The reason I’m telling you this is that I know I will be screwed by Billy tonight and it will get very noisy. I’m into bondage and am turned on to the point of wild distraction by young men. So if you find my antics abhorrent I want to apologize before hand.”
“On the other hand if you feel this might be a way of life you can enjoy let me know in the morning. I can get you a good job at a Valley hospital. Then you and I can share this plush palace that the court’s awarded me after my third husband decided he’d had enough.”
“Thanks Marilyn. I may very well take you up on the offer,” Chris said fastening the tiny bikini bra. “That pink suit fits you very well. Your nipples are almost as big as poor Fred’s cock seemed to be as he escorted you in a while ago.”
“Well if he’s as excited as I am it’s small wonder,” Chris giggled.
Chris and Marilyn walked out to the pool together. The men had moved the tray of edibles and the wine bucket to the patio and were sitting comfortably in pool side chaises when the girls appeared. Both made mock bows as thanks for the whistles they received.
Marilyn walked over to the champagne bucket while Chris decided she would rather be swimming. She dived gracefully into the water and moved across the surface with strong even strokes. After the third lap she found Fred swimming beside her.
“You swim very well,” he said as he rolled into a strong side stroke. “You swim on any college team?”
“Yes,” Chris said matching his side stroke. “University of Iowa Varsity. I swam the butterfly in competition.”
“I thought so,” he grunted hoisting himself out of the pool at the deep end. “You want something? I’m going for caviar.”
“Thanks I’ll have some in a while — want to swim a couple of more laps.”
By the time Chris hopped out of the pool Marilyn and Billy had disappeared. Marilyn, looked particularly seductive and enticing, Chris thought, in her new silvery silk one piece bathing suit. She had said to Marilyn as they walked downstairs that the suit was like a barbed wire fence — “You know enough to outline the property without obstructing the view.”
Chris walked over to the chaise next to Fred and slumped down into it. She figured that the next move was up to Fred. It wasn’t long in coming.
Fred walked slipped off his chaise and sat on the pool decking close to Chris’ legs. He began to run a hand up and down her satiny, smooth shins. She shivered and whispered, “That feels nice.”
Fred drained his glass and standing up her reached down and pulled Chris to her feet. She yielded quickly to his gentle tug and was in his strong, bronzed arms. His lips were warm and soft on hers. His tongue slipped into her eager mouth and their bodies suddenly melted together each holding the other as tightly as possible.
“I want to make love to you,” he whispered nuzzling her soft neck. “But this pool deck is a hell of a place for it.”
“Let’s just see if we can’t find a more appropriate site,” she chuckled gaily.
Arm in arm they climbed the broad staircase and Chris steered him with to a bedroom suite across the hall from Marilyn’s. The door was barely closed before Fred crushed her to his chest and showered kisses over her face, neck and chest. His hands moved quickly to untie the knot that held her skimpy bikini top. As it dropped to the floor Fred’s warm, moist lips covered one of Chris’ full, erect nipples while his firm fingers rolled and tugged the other.
Chris whimpered and clung to the strong, suntanned body. Her legs would barely hold her. Her need was overwhelming. She felt hot moisture coursing down her thighs and with a wantonness that startled her she tugged furiously at Fred’s trunks whispering, “I want you. Please hurry.”
Like a couple doing an odd tango they moved to the bed. Each was desperately trying to get the other undressed and onto the bed. The whimpers of desire mixed with the grunts and groans of the frustration imposed by wet, clinging trunks and tangled knots.
Suddenly both were free and with a moan of unrestrained passion covered Chris’ lithe, pale blond body. Chris’ eager, trembling hands guided his hard, pulsating cock into her seething, wet cunt and wrapped her legs tightly around his hips. Thrusting and grunting with uncontrollable desire they came suddenly and wildly.
Chris screamed and Fred grunted and shivered as intense orgasms shook their very souls. Chris could feel the pounding of Fred’s stiff cock as he came inside her. Her avid cunt sucked and pushed at the pulsing organ and she was unable to restrain her hands. They clawed and scratched at her lover’s back as he crushed her vibrating, writhing body to his panting, breast.
Slowly the moment of intense passion passed for both. Chris squirmed and nestled into the warmth of the firm, sexy body that covered her. Fred sweaty with the exertions of his surprising passion kissed Chris’ lovely face and stroked her soft blond hair tenderly. Soon they were both asleep their arms enfolding each other.
How long they slept was a mystery but both wakened to a shrill cry that filled the room. Fred rolled off the bed and walked to the door just in time to hear Marilyn cry out hoarsely, “Oh God lover don’t stop.”
Smiling wanly Fred turned to Chris and said, “Guys will talk and they say she is a wild lady in bed.”
Chris holding her arms open to Fred whispered, “You mean you’ve never sampled that lovely morsel of femininity?”
Fred snuggled into Chris’ arms and put a strong hand on her still erect nipple. “No my darling I never have. She’s a beauty alright but I like my lovers young, supple and perhaps a little daring.”
“Oh. How daring?”
He kissed her passionately before answering. Their tongues met and pushed at each other and then she opened her mouth and let him slip his tongue deeply into her eager mouth. Then sliding her body slowly down his she rubbed her full, tiny breasts and firm nipples over the stiff, dark hair that covered his chest and flat belly.
Gently her hand caught and held his pink, stiff cock. She kissed the tip and let her tongue caress the opening. Fred shivered and slid down onto the bed his hands resting gently on her head and toying with her soft blond hair.
Slowly and lovingly Chris slipped Fred’s throbbing cock into her mouth. Her teeth lightly brushed over the shaft as her tongue moved tantalizingly over the glans. Fred shivered and moved and lifted his hips to find more of Chris’ loving mouth. Chris moving with a quickly increasing rhythm moved her right hand to Fred’s balls and held them firmly as she sucked and nipped at his eagerly thrusting cock.
With a soft moan Fred exploded into Chris’ soft, sucking mouth. Chris whimpering gulped the salty treasure that Fred bestowed. She clung to his scrotum and felt the juices of her hungry cunt run freely down her inner thighs.
Lifting her lovely face from Fred’s now limp prick she whispered, “Darling please tie my hands and eat me.”
Panting as much with renewed desire as with exertion Fred grasped her slender, ardent body and lifted her to the head of the bed. Using her bikini bra he tied her hands together against the post of the headboard. Then he slid slowly and lovingly down the lithe, squirming body sucking and kissing as he moved; leaving a trail of fiery desire as he approached Chris’ avid center.
With tenderness he spread the full labia of her silky, blond hair covered box. Then he gently stroked the pink bulging lips beneath. Chris squirming and thrusting her supple hips at his exploring hand murmured, “Oh please do it,” over and over again.
Fred lowered his face to her wet, throbbing pussy and slipped his tongue deep inside her voracious cunt. Chris was now out of control she struggled to move her hands groaning and panting as she thrust her hips up to meet her lover’s face. Fred let the thumb of one hand press and massage Chris’ vibrating clit as his tongue moved in and out of the wet, warm center of her being.
With a sudden lunge of her hips Chris shrieked, “Oh my God.” Her lovely body shuddered and moved zombie-like in the throes of an intense orgasm. Her legs thrashed and she whimpered as spasm after spasm sucked at Fred’s still deeply probing tongue. It took many minutes for the body wrenching orgasmic seizures to subside.
Lovely, lustful Chris finally lay sleeping as Fred moved quietly to untie her delicate hands and lie close beside her.
Chris wakened to bright sunshine and a very much rumpled bed. She sat up and stared for a few moments at the tangled swim suit bra that lay tangled on the bed beside her.
“My God I really behave like that,” she murmured. “What must that poor man think of me.”
She sat up and stretched and then moved briskly to the bathroom carrying the bikini bra. She stopped along the way to pick up the bikini bottoms that Fred had struggled to untie as she pulled at his encumbering trunks. She giggled as she remembered that, “It was tough to get him out of those trunks because his dick stuck out a mile.”
She glanced at her watch and breathed a sigh of relief. She had at least five hours until her shift began at the ICU. The shower was comfortable and she stood under its gentle spray for a long time. Stepping out of the shower she was glad to find an electric hair drier in one of the many drawers of the vanity. Wrapping herself in a thick cotton bath sheet she sat and languorously did her hair.
Just as she finished there was alight tapping at the door. Chris unlocked the door and Marilyn draped in a flaming red lounging kimono came in.
“You had a good night apparently. I thought I made a lot of noise but you won the prize last night,” she said smiling.
“I never did that before,” Chris said blushing. “For me sex has always been great but I’ve never really lost control like that. You know I asked Fred to tie my hands — do you think maybe a little restraint makes a person wilder?”
“If you decide to move in with me we can do a study of that,” Marilyn said. “Look, I’ve got breakfast in my room so just wear the towel and come and eat. I’ll lend you clothes and a car so you can get to work by three.”
“Oh thanks. I’m putting you to a lot of trouble,” Chris said quietly.
“Not really kid. I like you and I’d like you to make this place your home. I’m dead serious about the new job — I’ve already placed calls to two of my doctor friends about you.”
Taking Chris’ hand in hers Marilyn led the way to her bedroom suite. A table filled with bacon, scrambled eggs, toast and juices sat near the hearth in which a wood fire crackled pleasantly.
“Who prepared all of this — you?”
“No honey. I have two in help. They get evenings off except if I have a big party. I am not just rich dear — I’m loaded,” Marilyn laughed as she heaped her plate with food.
The two women ate in silence. After finishing Chris leaned back in her chair and sighed, “This is the life.”
“Well say yes to my offer and most of it can be yours. No strings — well maybe just one — and that only if you’re interested,” Marilyn said looking fixedly at Chris.
“What’s the proviso?”
“Once in a while we make with each other. I like fucking straight women — they are soft, gentle and usually know more about the buttons that drive me wild than any man can.”
“If that’s what worries you forget it. My first sexual experiences were with girls in the nursing school dorm. You’re right you know. There are times when a woman can do what no man could imagine I need,” Chris whispered.
Marilyn smiled and asked softly, “Is now one of those times?”
Chris shivered and reached for her dark haired friend. They kissed and as they kissed they moved into the bedroom each having dropped what little covered their lovely nakedness.
Marilyn’s large breasts brushed across Chris’ firm tits and large erect nipples. Standing at the bedside Chris pushed Marilyn back and took a firm grip on her pendulous, firm breasts bringing each alternately to her mouth so that she could take each brown, firm nipple between her teeth and nip it lightly.
Marilyn gasped and shivered as Chris continuing to toy with her luscious breasts slid her right leg between Marilyn’s legs and pressed it firmly into her wet, warm crotch. Marilyn’s hips began to move and she leaned back so that Chris’ grasp of her breasts was all that kept her upright. She was moving without restraint her passion mounting. A soft crooning sound coming from deep in her chest. Chris saw that Marilyn’s eyes were closed and her hands moved in a spastic way to clutch her full buttocks. Suddenly Marilyn stiffened, her body shook. Her hands moved to Chris’ shoulders her fingers clutched them and hold on with a vise-like grip.
Marilyn’s left leg had twined itself around Chris’ and Chris could feel the warm wetness of Marilyn’s cum running down like a small stream down it to the floor.
Slowly Chris moved to the bed and eased herself down with Marilyn still clinging to her and grinding her ardent pussy into her right thigh. It was many minutes before the orgasms that moved through Marilyn’s lush and lovely body ceased to control her every function.
When she opened her eyes she looked at Chris and smiling warmly whispered, “Let me fuck you so that can you feel what I just felt.”
Chris sat and watched as Marilyn walked, tits jiggling and voluptuous butt wriggling to a large dresser across the room. She was back in moments with long pink ribbons lined with white angora fur in her hands.
“Soft furry ribbons to hold your passionate body lover,” she whispered.
Chris nodded and lay back on the bed. Her desire to be possessed by the lovely dark, passionate woman before her was boundless. Marilyn leaned across Chris’ pointy breasts and large stiff nipples her large firm tits brushing over them as she gently tied Chris’ arms to the brass bed posts.
Then Marilyn straddled the beautiful Chris, her buttocks and wet pussy near Chris’ face and gently placed the pink, fluffy ties around both of Chris’ shapely ankles. Moments later Chris, lay bound hand and foot her legs spread wide, her pink cunt soaked the wetness of her overwhelming desire.
Each touch by Marilyn made Chris tingle. She moaned as Marilyn again straddled her ardent body and brushed her wet cunt over Chris’ stiff nipples. Marilyn’s hips rotated slowly letting first one of Chris’ exquisite nipples and then the other slide into her wet, warm box.
Chris strained at the soft restraints striving to pull the exciting women’s box to her eager mouth. Marilyn moved with tantalizingly deliberation her hands sliding over Chris’ smooth, muscular abdomen and stroking the mons and its rich covering of silky blond hair.
Chris pitched her hips forward and hissed, “For God sake flick me.”
She struggled and thrashed at the restraints as Marilyn’s mouth moved onto her wet pink pussy. Chris’ back arched and she grunted as she tried to force Marilyn’s skillfully exploring tongue deeper into her ravenous cunt.
Marilyn let her tongue flick back and forth over Chris’ stiff, vibrating clit. Chris strained and grunted at the slender pink strands that held and heightened her passion. Slowly Marilyn put her fingers into Chris’ now drenched cunt and slid her hips down so they rested on Chris’ mons.
As her fingers found the little button they sought deep in Chris’ cunt Marilyn’s hips ground gently but firmly on her mons. Chris suddenly grew quiet and then with a piercing shriek, “Oh my God I’m coming!” her lovely, supple body shook violently, the restraints tied to her arms broke and she squeezed her tiny, full tits as spasm after spasm swept her into a paradise of orgiastic abandon.
Marilyn felt the warm flow of from Chris’ cunt as her ecstatic spasms seemed endless. Panting and sweating Chris finally dropped into a deep, dreamless sleep. Gently kissing the passionate, blond Marilyn freed her from the soft restraints and covered her with a soft down comforter.
Around noon Marilyn, dressed in fitted slacks and cashmere cowl neck sweater walked into the bedroom and kissed Chris’ until she fluttered her eyelids and sensuously stretched.
“What time is it,” Chris murmured.
“Time for you to be up and dressed if your going to get to the hospital on time.”
Sitting up, stretching her arms above her head and arching her back Chris whispered, “It’s never been like that before. Thank you.” Marilyn smiled warmly. “Don’t thank me just tell me you’ll come live here. By the way I’ve laid out several outfits, at least one should fit, for you to wear to go to work.” Then leaning over the bed Marilyn kissed Chris on the lips and said, “Lunch in a half hour.”
Chris decided that the best fit of all Marilyn’s clothes was a plain dress, with a straight line that flared slightly at the hips. Chris giggled as she looked at a pair of Marilyn’s leather slacks. “I wish I had enough rump to fill those — the girls at the hospital would be green with envy,” she thought.
Skipping down the stairs Chris hummed a little tune. Never had she felt so alive. Her body fairly tingled as she moved in the dress that smelled of Chris and her perfume. Marilyn was already at the table eating and she rang for service as Chris entered.
The meal was served by an elderly couple whom Marilyn said had been with her for several years. Paul, a large gray haired man, served as butler and when needed as chauffeur also. Hilda, his wife, was the cook and housekeeper.
As Chris finished her meal of tomato stuffed with crab salad, croissant and coffee Marilyn tossed a set of car keys to her. “Those are for the Porsche in the second garage down. Use it. Paul and I will pick your car up at the Inn later today.”
“Thanks. I think I would like to take you up on your offer. Can you arrange some interviews for me at local hospitals — I’ll have Thursday and Friday off this week.”
Marilyn smiled broadly. “Doll I’ll arrange it before you’re back tonight. What time do you finish your shift?”
“I’m off at eleven-thirty. I planned on driving back her after I pick up some clothes at my flat,” Chris answered.
“I don’t like your running around the downtown area alone that late at night — I’ll take care of that too. Is it OK to call you at work?”
“Yes. What’s the matter? You afraid something will happen to your Porsche?” Chris asked with a wide grin.
“You might say that — but it’s more probable I’m concerned for that part of you sitting on the car’s seat,” Marilyn replied with a broad, salacious smile.
Chris drove out of the garage and following directions provided by Paul she was soon tooling down the freeways into the smoggy, smelly downtown area of Los Angeles. She was quite early and so took her time changing into scrub suit and soft soled shoes all ICU nurses wore.
As she sat in the nurses lounge sipping a cup of strong black coffee the day shift supervisor walked in and filling a cup with the black brew said, “Hi Chris — thought I saw you walk in here — got a minute to talk?”
“Sure Lena. What’s up?”
Lena Washburn was a tall, thin, attractive black woman in her late forties. Her figure and her demeanor were strikingly masculine. Chris knew that she and Stephi Andersen, the morning ICU supervisor, had lived together for many years.
“I hear you’ve been talking to other hospitals about a job — is that right?”
“No not entirely. I have a friend in the Valley who wants me to live closer and has been putting out feelers for me.”
“If it’s money I can get you a raise. You’re too good to lose for financial reasons. If it’s love I can comprehend your desire to be closer,” Lena said smiling.
Chris returned Lena’s smile. “It’s not money and it’s not love either. It’s — I’m not sure I’ll say this so you’ll understand it — it’s the lousy social life I’ve had since I’ve been working here.”
“I understand perfectly,” Lena said standing and walking over to the sink to wash out her empty cup. “You will find a lot more action in the Valley. I’m not entirely sure you will find the professional aspects to your liking, however. I know Stephi will speak with you about this and I’m certain Dr. Adams will want to talk with you at length,” she said striding out the door.
“Whew! How in hell did they hear about my planning to move so quickly?” she wondered aloud.
At three o’clock Chris walked into the ICU to take report from Stephi Andersen. Stephi was a short, pale blond Danish girl. She wore her long blond hair in tightly curled braids while on duty. Off duty she would let her hair down and gather it at the neck with a jeweled barrette.
Her figure was the kind that other women would kill for. Full breasts, narrow waist and a firm flat hips.
She was the very essence of femininity a fact attested to by the male members of the hospital staff whose approaches were invariably rebuffed.
Her pale blue eyes sparkling and her face glowing she would always respond to invitations from men saying, “I’m just not that kind of a girl.”
Her female colleagues were less kind. The gossip would always turn to such questions as, “How do Stephi and Lena screw?” or, “With those two who does what to whom?”
Chris thought about the latter questions as she sat listening to Stephi’s quaintly accented report. The changing of the guard over Stephi slid off the stool she had been using and said, “Let’s step into the nurses lounge for a moment Chris. Leona will handle the floor — there are only two patient’s at the who need attention just now.”
The two blond women made an attractive tableau as they walked toward the nurses lounge. Several house officers whistled softly as they moved down the corridor.
Once in the now busy nurses lounge Stephi stripped off her scrub dress and standing absolutely naked she began working on her tightly braided hair. As she removed the many hairpins she looked at Chris’ reflection in the mirror and asked, “Why are you thinking of leaving us?”
Chris was fascinated not only by the lovely body Stephi had undraped but by the total lack of inhibition she had shown doing it. She was a little slow in responding and Stephi turned abruptly and said, “Are you leaving because of some sex thing?”
Chris blushed and said, “As a matter of fact that’s one of the reasons.”
“When Lena heard about it she said you probably found some one who you were screwing out there. Is it girls or boys with you?” she asked turning back to the mirror and briskly brushing her flowing blond mane.
“Look Stephi I don’t want to be rude but it really isn’t any of your business. I’ll work here until I find a job in the Valley and then I’ll give two weeks notice. My sex life is none of your affair,” she said angrily heading for the door.
Stephi had moved to her locker and slipped on a pair of tightly cut jeans being careful to push her blond pubic hairs out of the way of the zipper.
“Your wrong there my friend. If you are throwing over a good professional position plus a good income because you didn’t find anyone around her to fill or eat your itchy cunt you’re making a big mistake,” she said slipping into a loose fitting cotton shirt and fastening it so that it revealed her enticing cleavage.
Chris was ready to storm out just as Lena walked in. Lena unlike Stephi was dressed in her white uniform. As she walked past the two of them she removed her starched white cap and tossed it into her open locker. Then turning to Stephi she said, “I’ll wait in the car for you. It looks like you aren’t getting anywhere with our colleague anyway.”
Chris whirled on Lena and said, “What are you two trying to do? I have my reasons for wanting to move on. I told Stephi I’d work until I found a good spot and then give notice.”
“Yeah honey. The trouble is of course we’ve seen that fancy green Porsche, you’re driving, around here before. You’re being bought. Tell you what you talk with Dr. Adams, he’ll see you around six by the way, and then call us at home after your shift — OK?”
Chris was thoroughly confused. “You mean you have run into Marilyn before?”
Stephi smiled and said, “Call us tonight after you’ve talked with Dr. Adams and had time to think things over. We’ll wait for your call.”
Chris her anger abated and replaced by confusion returned to the ICU and her regular duties. The time passed slowly. There were on this particular evening four RNs for only two patients. Around five thirty Chris decided to get her dinner and think things over.
There was little question that her job was enjoyable. She also knew that her colleagues and the rest of the professional staff were far better than average. As she sat toying with her food and pondering the spot she had put herself in a pleasant masculine voice asked, “May I join you Miss Diamond?”
Chris looked up and recognized Dr. Adams the director of the ICU. She had met him at the time she was hired and had seen him on the ward many times. However, she had never been assigned to any of his patients and had never had any prolonged conversations with him.
He was a short, lean, balding man in his late thirties or early forties. His long, angular face was covered by a reddish-brown beard and his green eyes sparkled with amusement. In fact as Chris looked up at him and asked him to join her she had the feeling he would start laughing at some private joke at any moment. She also sensed an inner security that emanated from the man.
“I’m glad I found you here,” he said. “I would like to talk with you about the rumors of your leaving us. At the same time I don’t want to spoil your meal.”
“Oh I’m glad for the company. I don’t want you to spoil your dinner by talking about hospital problems while you eat.”
He laughed. “Eating and talking about things medical is an occupational necessity for physicians.”
“Well if you don’t mind I certainly am ready to hear what you have to say. I want you to know I’m truly flattered by everyone’s concern,” Chris said smiling.
Dr. Adams ate quickly and then leaning back in his chair he sighed and said, “You are a very fine nurse. All of the people who have worked with you like you — a remarkable achievement in a place like this.”
Blushing Chris nodded her thanks.
“You started in at a bad time. Short staff, no time off and heavy patient loads. It raises hell with a single person’s social life. Believe me I know,” he said. “Lena suspected you might lose interest in the job because you had neither the time nor the energy, to work long hours and socialize as well. She apparently was correct?”
Chris suddenly felt restless. She wanted to pace while talking to this obviously sincere man. She was truly intrigued by him and needed to rid herself of the trapped feeling both the conversation and his presence seemed to provoke.
“Could we discuss this elsewhere?” she blurted.
“Sure. You check on the status of the unit. If it’s OK meet me in my office in half an hour otherwise call and we will talk later.”
Chris, somewhat relieved by her brief reprieve, returned to the ICU. Everything was quiet. She checked the status of the two patients and then headed for Dr. Adams’ office in the administrative section of the hospital.
Her knock at the door was answered promptly. She had never visited any of the hospital administrative offices, other than the nursing office, before. The office she entered was quite spartan. Metal furniture, worn chairs and a desk cluttered with old charts, computer printouts and piles of EKG tracings. Sitting amid the jumble was Dr. Adams smiling pleasantly and motioning to the one empty chair in the room.
Chris sat down on the edge of the chair feeling very ill-at-ease and somewhat embarrassed by the turn of events.
“I’m glad you could come down now,” Dr. Adams said. “What I want to get across to you is the fact that we want, very much, to keep you here. Your work is excellent and you can go far in this academic environment.”
“As you know here we have residents and an fine teaching staff. In the Valley you will find that physicians are primarily interested in maintaining a life style. Nurses are not infrequently called upon to function as physicians. This is partly because the doctors don’t want to be disturbed, especially at night; and not infrequently because a good ICU nurse knows more than the doctor on the case.”
“You will be going into a medical environment where what the patient can afford is more important than what he needs. Your social life will certainly be busier, but, judging from the quality of your work you will soon find it is poor reward for the lousy working conditions you will find,” Dr. Adams said, leaning back in his chair and looking at Chris intently.
Chris now rose and began to pace. “I haven’t ever even looked at any hospital setups in the Valley. I guess I’m behaving childishly at that. Stephi and Lena said they would like to discuss thing with me tonight so I guess I’ll do some more exploring before make a firm commitment,” she said.
“Good. I would like you to stay here. And, since things appear inordinately quiet in the unit why don’t you take the rest of the shift off and visit with Andersen and Washburn — do you have their phone number?”
“Yes, thank you.”
Chris called the unit and found things, as Dr. Adams had said, quiet. She went to the nurses lounge and changed into the clothes she had borrowed from Marilyn and made her call to Stephi and Lena.
“I’ve been too long without romancing,” she murmured as she undressed for her shower.
She was an attractive woman in her middle twenties. Her dishwater blond hair hung to her shoulders. She had small breasts with large, sensitive nipples, a narrow waist and, what her mother called, a “slat ass”.
The thing most people noticed about Chris once they stopped staring at her beautiful oval face was her piercing green eyes. She often made people feel that she could look right through them. Because of this as she grew older she frequently avoided eye contact with strangers. This, she soon discovered, made her seem shy and vulnerable and, to many people, even more attractive.
After finishing her shower she spent a good while drying her hair. Finally, at about one thirty in the morning, dressed in designer jeans, a yellow, cotton turtle neck shirt, a camel hair jacket and dark brown loafers, she was ready for the party.
She drove west on the Ventura Freeway exiting when she reached Encino. It took her a while to find the street she wanted but once she found it it was not difficult to determine where the party was.
Amid the darkened residences south of Ventura Boulevard one house shown like a beacon. Lights gleamed from all the windows in a large two story Tudor structure. There were cars parked up and down the street for a full block on either side.
“Surprisingly little noise,” she thought as she cruised slowly past looking for a parking spot. She pulled in behind a red Ferrari, about a block from the house, and parked. Sitting quietly she wondered if she should forget the whole thing. She had no desire to walk a block, at two in the morning, on a dimly lit street even in the swankiest part of the San Fernando Valley.
A tapping on her window roused her from her reverie. A good-looking woman stood beside her car door and motioned for her to roll the window down. Chris could see the woman was nicely dressed and decided to at least discuss her predicament through a partly opened car window.
“Yes,” she said.
“Hi. I’m Marilyn Short. If you’re here for the party let’s go in together. I was waiting in the Ferrari for someone to walk me down the street.”
“Oh great,” Chris said taking the keys out of the ignition. “I was just about to leave because I didn’t want to walk the block alone. I’m Chris Diamond by the way.”
“Hi Chris,” Marilyn said as she hooked her arm into Chris’ and led the way to the party.
They entered the front room of the house. There was the smell of cigarette smoke and the sounds of soft music and whispering voices coming from somewhere nearby but the well lit room was devoid of human occupants.
“Well Chris, ever been to one of these before?” Marilyn asked as she walked to a table loaded with hors d’oeuvres.
“Nope. I haven’t a clue as to what one does at theses things,” Chris answered spearing a shrimp and dipping it in cocktail sauce.
Marilyn was shorter than Chris and older. She had thick, dark, tousled hair, a pretty oval face and a full figure attractively encased in leather pants and silk blouse.
“She looks as if she just woke up,” Chris thought as chewed the seafood morsel and studied her new found friend.
“Well, first of all lets sit down and review the options,” Marilyn said pouring herself a generous shot of scotch and loading a plate with various goodies from the table before walking to a cluster of chairs in one corner of the room.
Chris followed suit except that she found the champagne nestled in an ice bucket beside the table more to her liking. Then sitting down opposite Marilyn she prepared to listen to the voice of experience.
“It’s safe to assume that neither of us is here for the food,” Marilyn laughed. “Most people come to these things because they’re interested in mildly kinky sexual experiences.”
Chris smiled and asked, “Or just a tad horny?”
“Not really the usual reason,” Marilyn shook her head. “Hell you could get all you need looking the way you do — don’t tell me you came here just to get laid.”
Chris blushed as she nodded her head.
“I don’t believe it. What kind of work do you do?”
Chris explained her situation and the nature of her job.
“Oh wow. You work with doctors and you haven’t been hit on in almost two weeks. What the hell is the medical profession coming too?”
Marilyn had finished her drink and moved to the table for more. Chris sat quietly and ate. Several people had wandered in and out of the room while they had been talking and eating.
When Marilyn returned, her plate piled high and her glass full, she said, “OK let me explain this kind of a party. There are people who get their kicks out of explicit movies. The hosts have a room set up for them upstairs. There are some folks who like group sex so the largest room in the place, usually a finished attic, is set up to accommodate them.”
“Naturally, there are several rooms set up for quiet sexual liaisons. And finally, there will be one room equipped for those into mildly kinky stuff like soft restraints, stroking with feathers and, for some of the more modern women, fisting.”
“Jeez does fisting really happen? I have heard of it but it scares the hell out of me. It just isn’t that safe and it’s more than mild kinkiness as far as I’m concerned,” Chris said draining her champagne glass.
“Yeah it happens. You have to know how to spot the girls who are into it. Look for red hankies hanging out of back pockets — that is if you are interested in sex with other women. If not fisting isn’t likely to be a problem for you at a party like this.”
“Thanks for the information,” Chris said walking over to the champagne bucket and refilling her glass. “What is your usual play at parties like this Marilyn?”
“God have you got piercing eyes girl. I shouldn’t wonder that you could read my mind,” she laughed. “I think you better let me ask you that question so that I wont shock you.”
“Well, let’s just leave it that I really enjoy sex and I am not bashful about telling my lover how I want it at any given time. Now you answer my question,” she said staring hard at the dark haired, slightly disheveled Marilyn.
Marilyn drained her glass, looked into Chris’ eyes and said, “I come to these parties because I’m into bondage — no S/M just restraints. Does that shock you?”
“Not really. So what do we do cruise this place or head for a particular room?”
Marilyn stood up and moved toward the back of the house. “I’ll head for the room I know I want. Why don’t you cruise?” she answered.
“OK — but just in case we don’t see each other around let’s exchange phone numbers,” Chris said digging into her purse for pen and paper.
Marilyn, licking her full lips sensuously nodded and handed Chris a card she must have been holding for a while. It was damp and slightly wrinkled at the corners. “I am sure glad you suggested that, Chris.”
Marilyn quickly disappeared up the broad stair case. Chris walked into the back of the house and found several men and women sitting, smoking and talking in the kitchen. An older women rose and offered to get Chris something to eat or drink. She explained that they were all with the catering service hired for the party.
Chris apologized for interrupting and decided she’d best explore the upper floors. She climbed the stairs and opened the door of the first room she came to. The room was dark except for a large screen TV displaying a man and a women actively fucking to the accompaniment of much groaning and squealing. Both actors appeared to be rather bored with the whole thing.
Glancing around the room she saw several couples in various stages of undress making love. Compared to the noises coming from the screen they were all rather quietly involved.
Chris was suddenly aware of one couple on the floor in front of the TV. Their naked bodies glowed red and green and blue in the reflected light from picture. The woman was above the man and as Chris watched she guided her partner’s erect cock into her darkly thatched pussy and then leaned forward rubbing her large, firm breasts back and forth over her lover’s chest.
The man began to thrust his hips up and down vigorously while the woman attempted to match his rhythm. Suddenly the man groaned, stiffened and clutched her to his chest. Chris saw a look of utter dismay sweep across the young woman’s face as her lover’s climax obviously had come too soon.
Chris’ sensitive nipples stood erect and she was suddenly conscious of her folded hands pressing into her crotch, her legs slightly spread. She knew the frustration the young, ardent women was experiencing. She had had more than her share of it in the past.
Meanwhile the young woman pushed herself away from the man still spread out on the floor and looked up to see Chris staring at her. “Did you see it all?” she asked with a sardonic little laugh.
“Yes. I’m sorry for you — I’m Chris Diamond by the way.”
“Hi Chris — I’m Betty Morales,” she said reaching for the towel beside her and dabbing at her crotch. “I guess I’ll have to go cruising again.”
Chris slid onto the floor next to Betty and said, “I’d like to help you solve your problem.”
“If you’re making a pass Chris it’s just been received,” Betty whispered hoarsely. “Let’s find the room where I started out,” she said wrapping herself in a silk robe that had been under the towel she used.
Holding Chris’ hand Betty led the way down a well lighted corridor to a room at the far end. She tapped lightly on the door remarking, “In this place anyone might be doing anything so it’s always better to knock before entering.”
The room was dimly lit. The bed was made but the spread was rumpled. Betty turned to Chris as she closed the door whispering, “Get undressed please Chrisie.”
As Chris slipped out of her jacket Betty’s hands reached eagerly for her tiny breasts and hard nipples pushing at the soft cotton shirt. Sliding her hands down to Chris’ waist she lifted the shirt up and pressed her warm, eager mouth to Chris’ right breast sucking noisily. Her tongue then began to work at the stiff, erect nipple. Chris moaned and stopped struggling to get her hands and arms free of her turtle neck shirt.
She felt Betty’s hands moving with tender, almost tickling strokes down her now tense body. Each movement of Betty’s hands and each stroke of her fingers left a trail of fiery desire in their wake. Chris’ seemed to fold beneath her and she dropped gently onto the bed as Betty’s hands searched for the buttons and zipper of her jeans.
Her body pulsated and she whispered softly, “Please do it Betty.” Her jeans dropped to her ankles but her wet bikini panties resting at knee level kept her from spreading her legs. She struggled to open spread her legs for Betty’s probing fingers. The more she struggled the wilder her desire and need became.
Betty was now straddling Chris and brushing her tight little breasts with her own. Chris struggled to get her hands free so that she could bring Betty’s luscious tits to her lips and mouth. The more she struggled the tighter she seemed bound by her clothes.
Betty’s hands moved to Chris’ crotch. Thrusting and whimpering Chris moved her hips wildly seeking to bring the exploring hands into her now ravenous cunt.
Betty was crooning softly as she moved seductively about the wildly passionate body beneath her. She kissed Chris’ thighs, and licked at the wetness she found there. She moved her hands up to Chris’ tiny breasts and rolled the large, firm nipples which stood straight as guardsmen above her pouting pink areolas. Then slipping a leg between Chris’ restrained thighs Betty pressed against Chris’ wet throbbing pussy as she thrust her own warm, eager cunt down onto Chris’ right leg. The two ardent women quickly found their rhythm of love and with whimpers of delight they thrusted and ground their hips until with sudden cries of unbounded passion their bodies shivered and jerked in mutually intense orgasmic ecstasy.
Chris lay sobbing as her climax passed. Betty her body still eager for loving brought her face up to Chris’ and kissed her tenderly. Then she pulled the restraining shirt from Chris’ arms and whispered, “Hold me my love, please.”
Chris clutched the big bosomed woman to her feeling her firm, voluptuousness pressing against the still eager, sensitive nipples. Moving her soft hands gently over Betty’s smooth, sweaty back she pressed her still throbbing cunt against the warm, dampness of Betty’s pussy.
Softly crooning Betty began to thrust and grind her hips into the blond dampness of Chris’ muff. The two woman began another violent dance of love. Their lovely and loving bodies rocked and thrust at each other.
Chris felt the sudden wonderful warmth that presaged her most intense orgasms. Squealing with unbridled pleasure her body shook and her hands tore at the smooth back of her lover.
Betty’s body stiffened suddenly as Chris pulled and tugged in mindless delight. She gasped as unrestrained passion sent spasm after spasm of orgasmic delight coursing through her panting, ardent body.
The two women lay pressed firmly against each other for a long while. Chris let her hands wander freely over Betty’s body until they found and fondled the crease between her buttocks. Betty grunted and shivered as Chris stroked and kneaded Betty’s firm muscular butt and let her fingers stray near the anus.
Struggling to sit up Betty grasped Chris’ exploring hand firmly and whispered, “Darling fuck me there please.”
Chris let Betty guide her hand to the bulging rosebud and then gently rubbing it with the moistness of Betty’s passion she slipped two fingers inside. Betty whimpered and moved abruptly to straddle Chris’ right thigh. She then rubbed her wet cunt up and down Chris’ still restrained leg with a ferocity that surprised gentle Chris.
As Betty’s movements became wilder Chris’ fingers probed deeper and strived to maintain the wild beat of Betty’s unbounded lust. With a sudden shriek Betty grabbed and squeezed her rich full breasts and her body jerked violently. Chris’ fingers were held firmly by the spasms that moved in quick succession through the anus of her wanton lover.
Clinging to her breasts Betty rocked back and forth for a long while before slipping sideways onto the bed next to Chris’ lithe, supple body. There she lay panting and murmuring, “It’s so lovely that way.”
Chris slipped off the bed, pulled her still restraining panties off and dropping them to the floor padded silently to the bathroom.
As she emerged from the bathroom some minutes later she saw that Betty had turned on a bedside light and was sitting up watching her.
“You have a beautiful body to match your lovely face, Chris,” she whispered holding her arms open.
Chris moved into the fold of her embrace and kissed her passionately. “This body needs some more loving dear Betty,” she murmured.
“I was greedy and selfish dear girl,” Betty said smiling and letting her hands move quickly and certainly to Chris’ breasts. Rolling the rigid nipples beneath her palms Betty kissed Chris again and again on her eager, warm mouth. She moved her lips downward nipping at Chris’ neck, sucking her sensitive, erect nipples and then sliding her face between Chris’ wide spread thighs.
“Oh God, eat me please,” Chris moaned as Betty’s artful tongue licked teasingly at the lips of her vagina. Chris’ legs thrashed wildly and her hips pitched upward as desire seized control of her supple and supplicant body. Betty’s strong hands gripped Chris’ breasts as she buried her face deep into Chris’ now wide open, wet cunt. Her tongue touched Chris’ vibrating, stiff little clit and Chris whimpered, “Suck me off — do it please darling.”
Holding Chris’ firm nipples between thumb and fingers Betty rolled them back and forth. Her lips now surrounded Chris’ stiff, pulsating little organ. She sucked noisily as Chris thrust her hips up and moved wildly trying desperately to hold Betty to her ravenous cunt. With a sudden shrill cry Chris’ body moved violently, her hands pulling at the dark hair of her lover as spasms of ecstasy swept through her.
Betty could feel the warm juices flowing from the passionate girl. Her lips and tongue continued to gently massage the still rigid clit and squeezing sucking cunt until with a sigh Chris dozed off.
Betty slid up on the bed until she lay next to the sleeping Chris. Taking her in her arms she held Chris close an quietly drifted off to sleep.
Streaks of light streamed through the windows when both women roused. Sitting up and stretching luxuriantly Chris said, “Time to get some breakfast.”
Betty lying in a semi-recumbent position and looking at Chris’ lean, supple body leered salaciously, “I think I have something I’d rather eat right here.”
Chris laughed as she moved off the bed quickly eluding Betty’s reaching arms and grasping hands.
“I think we’ve had enough for the while. I’m going to find some breakfast then go home and get into some clean clothes.”
Betty sighed and sank back onto the bed as Chris her tiny, firm breasts jiggling walked briskly into the bath room carrying her jeans and sweater.
While Chris showered she mulled over her experiences of the previous night. She had never been restrained while making love before. She realized that she found it particularly stimulating and her multiple orgasms seemed more intense.
“I wonder what having a cock inside would feel like in that situation,” she thought as she stood quietly under the warm shower spray. “Maybe tonight — I’ll call Marilyn and see if she wants to go out.”
After she finished showering and drying her hair she crawled into bed and fell into a deep sleep. It was almost three in the afternoon when the soft chiming of her phone wakened her. It was Marilyn wanting to hear all the details of her evening in Encino.
“How about our going out this evening — especially to a place where we can find some men,” Chris asked sleepily.
Marilyn laughed, “I guess you didn’t exactly strike out but you didn’t get your bases filled either did you?”
“You’ve got that right.”
“OK. I know just the place. You have to come back to the Valley though — about five thirty. I live in Calabasas so let’s start with a drink at the Inn and then start out head-hunting. Hey that’s a great pun,” Marilyn giggled.
“OK I’ll be there — dressed how?”
“Slacks, nice blouse and pumps — where I’m going to take you is neither too dressy nor too informal.”
Yawning Chris murmured, “I’ll see you in a while.” She replaced the phone, set her travel alarm and smiling with happy anticipation snuggled down for a little more sleep.
Chris was late for her date with Marilyn. Traffic on the Ventura Freeway had been unusually heavy for a Sunday. She rushed into the bar and saw Marilyn sitting alone at a little table a half consumed drink in front of her.
“I’m sorry to be so late,” Chris said breathlessly. “Traffic was awful.”
“Out there maybe — in here nada,” Marilyn responded smiling up at Chris. “Want a drink before we head out?”
“Not really. Thanks.”
“Good. Let’s go. We’ll take my car.”
Chris nodded. “Where are we going?”
“Well honey it’s like this,” Marilyn said grinning, “I still belong to a rather posh country club — part of the divorce settlement from my first husband — there are more rich, healthy young studs prowling there than anywhere north of Manhattan Beach. That’s where I go whenever I need a jump start.” Chris laughed. “Sounds good to me.”
As they walked out to the parking area Chris sized up Marilyn’s wardrobe for the evening. She wore a low cut patterned red silk blouse and tailored black gabardine slacks. “That outfit’s off Rodeo Drive for sure,” she thought not unmindful of the tantalizing roll of her friend’s full, firm butt.
“Slide in Chrisie and we’ll make this red monster growl,” Marilyn said unlocking the Ferrari and quickly turning off the alarm system. As she deftly guided the car out onto the freeway Marilyn said, “You’re dressed beautifully. No one can miss the figure your barely covering — no I can’t read minds but I caught you eying my duds as we left.”
Chris blushed. “I wish I could afford fine clothes like those you’re wearing. You look lovely.”
“Hon, when you get to be my age clothes are an essential enticement. The boobs may sag a little and the butt splays out some so if you can afford it you dress to make them assets,” Marilyn laughed. “Now with you it’s different. First off I’ll bet you’ve never worn a bra in your life — that green blouse just barely hides the goodies. And if I had a butt like yours I wouldn’t need Adolpho designs.”
Chris patted Marilyn’s leg. “You sound like you’re an old lady. I’ll bet there’s not ten years difference in our ages.”
“You’d lose kiddo. I’m nearly forty. Only the pelvis thinks it’s still eighteen,” Marilyn laughed.
She drove with enthusiasm. The car hugged the rode as they sped along. In a very short time they pulled up to the front of a large rambling structure that was some addled California architect’s idea of an antebellum mansion.
A young man dressed in a white shirt and black tie and trousers came running. “Good afternoon Mrs. Short,” he said with a grin lighting up his freckled face.
“Hi Tommy. Usual rules when you park this, OK?.”
“Sure.” He jumped in and moved the red car away quietly and swiftly.
“I think that kid comes every time he sees that Ferrari.”
“He sure seemed anxious to get to drive it.”
“Yeah. He’s one of the few reliable one’s at this place — let’s go in.”
Chris followed Marilyn very conscious of her sudden hauteur. Marilyn walked across the spacious lobby head held high, studiously ignoring the stares of the members lounging in overstuffed sofas and chairs scattered about the room.
“What gives? You acted as if those people didn’t exist,” Chris said catching up to her dark haired friend.
“I’ll explain when we get to our table and have a drink,” Marilyn whispered continuing to stride toward the double doors of the large dining area.
The maitre d’hotel greeted Marilyn effusively and led the two women to a table that overlooked the golf course. Leaning so that he could whisper conspiratorially into Marilyn’s ear the said, “We have a only a few more fresh crabs left Mrs. Short — I recommend them highly.”
Marilyn smiled and said, “We’ll have them as Crab Louis, Max and bring us a bottle of Dom Perignon — a good year please.” Then looking at Chris she said, “I hope that’s OK with you. This evening is on me you know?” Chris protested but to no avail. Then, letting her curiosity get the better of her she asked, “OK explain the haughty walk through the lobby.”
Marilyn answered with an amused look on her face. “You’ve probably never been to one of these sex parlors of the very rich. The people sitting out in the lobby are shopping. The couples were probably looking for wife swappers or group sex devotees; the single men were looking for gals like us but they’re too cheap to blow the bucks it takes to wine and dine us; and the single ladies were looking for other single ladies — in fact her comes a ‘nice straight lady’ who likes girls a lot. With this one we can get blown to dinner, drinks and then just blown all night if that’s your desire.”
“You know it isn’t — er, excuse me,” Chris muttered as a tall, thin, pale blond lady of about fifty approached the table. She was dressed in a beautiful Georgio Armani ensemble. Leaning forward with a murmured greeting she kissed Marilyn on the lips.
Marilyn unruffled said, “Marion Swope this is my friend Chris Diamond. Chris, Marion is one of the grand ladies of this fine club.”
“Nice to meet you Chris,” Marion said sweeping an appraising eye over Chris as she pulled a chair out and sat. “Are you all booked for the evening or would you mind some company?”
Marilyn motioned to a hovering waiter to bring another champagne glass and turning to Marion said, “Unfortunately Chris and I have plans Marion. Some other evening give me a call.”
Marion with cool disdain stared at Chris as she sipped champagne and said, “What a shame dear — you will miss a marvelous evening.” Rising, she drained her glass and with a wave of thanks moved toward the door.
“She’s like a teenager in heat. She’s married and has a couple of kids. One of the women members got her interested in sex with the single girls. Now she eats it up — that’s literal and no pun intended.”
“I’ve run into this among some of the nurses I work with. They’re straight — but…”
The dinner was excellent and Marilyn ordered a second bottle of champagne to accompany it. They were almost finished when Chris felt Marilyn’s knee pressing against her thigh. She glanced quickly in the direction Marilyn had nodded her head and saw two tall, athletic appearing men moving toward their table.
“That’s the assistant tennis pro and the golf pro — we may have hit the jackpot,” Marilyn whispered in a careful aside.
They both continued to pick at the remaining morsels on their plate as a pleasantly accented baritone voice said, “Mizz Short, it’s nice to see you this evening.”
Marilyn looked up from her plate. “Why Billy Deacon it’s a pleasure to see you. Would you and Mr. Welsh join Chris Diamond and me for champagne and dessert?”
Chris was greeted graciously by both men and was struck by their unstudied good looks.
“The fellow with the salt and pepper hair is really good looking. Is his name Welsh?” she pondered silently.
The man she was eying slyly was indeed Fred Welsh the golf pro. Whether he sensed her interest or just fortuitously decided to sit next to her Chris did not know. What she did know was that he was inordinately attractive. She felt her breasts start to swell, her nipples harden and the telltale moistness grow between her legs.
“Jesus, I’m so horny I could do it right here with him,” she thought, smiling she hoped enigmatically as she turned to ask, “Did you have a good round of golf today?”
He turned his bronzed face toward her and said in a soft voice, “Two rounds of seventy-three, not too bad for an old man really.”
“You’re no old man,” Chris blurted as she touched his forearm in reassurance.
“You are as kind as you are beautiful,” he said smiling warmly and patting her hand. “What kind of work do you do, Miss Diamond?”
“It’s Chris and I’m an ICU nursing supervisor,” she answered striving mightily to keep her voice steady.
“Ah an angel of mercy — you do look the part.”
Chris blushed and looked away. She saw that Marilyn and Billy were almost nuzzling each other as their whispered conversation became animated. Marilyn’s face was rosy with excitement and her large delicate hands were moving over the table cloth in a highly suggestive way.
Marilyn suddenly stood up and smoothing her skirt with a brisk gesture said, “Why don’t we all drive up to my place. We can talk, dance and guzzle some more champers without disgracing ourselves.”
Fred stood and said, “OK Chris and I will follow your red bomb Marilyn — is that alright with you Chris?”
“Absolutely,” Chris said her excitement mounting by the second.
Fred, ail six feet two of him, strode out of the dining room with Chris running to keep up. He led her through the pro shop into a small parking lot where his BMW was parked.
“We have to hurry because the way Marilyn drives we can lose her in a jiffy,” he said laughingly as he assisted Chris into the plush leather passenger’s seat.
The drive to Marilyn’s home in the hills of Calabasas seemed to take forever. Chris tried not to be too obvious in her taking of physical inventory of her companion. He was tall, and had a ruggedly handsome face that was sun bronzed. His salt and pepper hair was cut short. Her eyes drifted from his narrow waist down to his crotch where she saw a definite bulge that started the whole cycle of her arousal again.
It was dark as they pulled into the long sweeping driveway of Marilyn’s opulent home.
“My goodness this is a lovely home,” Chris breathed as she slid out of the car.
“Yep. You can’t be poor and belong to that club of ours I’ll tell you,” Fred laughed as he pulled Chris close and held her arm tightly as they walked to the house.
By the time they had reached the door Marilyn had turned on the outside lights. The broad sweep of lawn and the pool and tennis court were all brilliantly lit. Chris gasped in amazement.
Marilyn greeted them at the door smiling. “I’ll get the champagne and something to eat then Billy and I are going swimming — you two want to join us?”
Chris started to protest that she had no suit but Marilyn anticipated her, “I can provide you both with swimming togs so don’t go shy on me.”
Chris followed Marilyn into the kitchen and helped her set up a plate of pate and caviar.
“I’ll show you where your room is,” Marilyn said, “as soon as we get this food and drink out for the guys.”
“OK and thanks for being such a pal.”
“Don’t thank me until the evening is over, doll.”
The two women served the food and poured the champagne. Marilyn pointed out the lanais that lined one side of the pool and informed both men that they could change into trunks they would find in the lockers near the pool pump room.
“They’re all clean,” she said leading Chris from the room.
As they climbed the stairs Marilyn suddenly became serious. “Chris, I don’t want to disillusion you. You don’t know anything about me so come on into my rooms and we’ll talk while we change.”
Marilyn’s bedroom consisted of three large rooms plus a spacious bathroom. She led Chris into the bedroom where a large brass bed occupied almost all of one room. “We’ll change in here,” she said walking into a large closet and tossing out several swim suits.
As Chris undressed Marilyn, already naked, sat on the bed and spoke:
“I’ve been married four times. I have no kids and never wanted any. I live for sex. It was sex that got me four rich men and it was sex that lost all of them for me.”
“The reason I’m telling you this is that I know I will be screwed by Billy tonight and it will get very noisy. I’m into bondage and am turned on to the point of wild distraction by young men. So if you find my antics abhorrent I want to apologize before hand.”
“On the other hand if you feel this might be a way of life you can enjoy let me know in the morning. I can get you a good job at a Valley hospital. Then you and I can share this plush palace that the court’s awarded me after my third husband decided he’d had enough.”
“Thanks Marilyn. I may very well take you up on the offer,” Chris said fastening the tiny bikini bra. “That pink suit fits you very well. Your nipples are almost as big as poor Fred’s cock seemed to be as he escorted you in a while ago.”
“Well if he’s as excited as I am it’s small wonder,” Chris giggled.
Chris and Marilyn walked out to the pool together. The men had moved the tray of edibles and the wine bucket to the patio and were sitting comfortably in pool side chaises when the girls appeared. Both made mock bows as thanks for the whistles they received.
Marilyn walked over to the champagne bucket while Chris decided she would rather be swimming. She dived gracefully into the water and moved across the surface with strong even strokes. After the third lap she found Fred swimming beside her.
“You swim very well,” he said as he rolled into a strong side stroke. “You swim on any college team?”
“Yes,” Chris said matching his side stroke. “University of Iowa Varsity. I swam the butterfly in competition.”
“I thought so,” he grunted hoisting himself out of the pool at the deep end. “You want something? I’m going for caviar.”
“Thanks I’ll have some in a while — want to swim a couple of more laps.”
By the time Chris hopped out of the pool Marilyn and Billy had disappeared. Marilyn, looked particularly seductive and enticing, Chris thought, in her new silvery silk one piece bathing suit. She had said to Marilyn as they walked downstairs that the suit was like a barbed wire fence — “You know enough to outline the property without obstructing the view.”
Chris walked over to the chaise next to Fred and slumped down into it. She figured that the next move was up to Fred. It wasn’t long in coming.
Fred walked slipped off his chaise and sat on the pool decking close to Chris’ legs. He began to run a hand up and down her satiny, smooth shins. She shivered and whispered, “That feels nice.”
Fred drained his glass and standing up her reached down and pulled Chris to her feet. She yielded quickly to his gentle tug and was in his strong, bronzed arms. His lips were warm and soft on hers. His tongue slipped into her eager mouth and their bodies suddenly melted together each holding the other as tightly as possible.
“I want to make love to you,” he whispered nuzzling her soft neck. “But this pool deck is a hell of a place for it.”
“Let’s just see if we can’t find a more appropriate site,” she chuckled gaily.
Arm in arm they climbed the broad staircase and Chris steered him with to a bedroom suite across the hall from Marilyn’s. The door was barely closed before Fred crushed her to his chest and showered kisses over her face, neck and chest. His hands moved quickly to untie the knot that held her skimpy bikini top. As it dropped to the floor Fred’s warm, moist lips covered one of Chris’ full, erect nipples while his firm fingers rolled and tugged the other.
Chris whimpered and clung to the strong, suntanned body. Her legs would barely hold her. Her need was overwhelming. She felt hot moisture coursing down her thighs and with a wantonness that startled her she tugged furiously at Fred’s trunks whispering, “I want you. Please hurry.”
Like a couple doing an odd tango they moved to the bed. Each was desperately trying to get the other undressed and onto the bed. The whimpers of desire mixed with the grunts and groans of the frustration imposed by wet, clinging trunks and tangled knots.
Suddenly both were free and with a moan of unrestrained passion covered Chris’ lithe, pale blond body. Chris’ eager, trembling hands guided his hard, pulsating cock into her seething, wet cunt and wrapped her legs tightly around his hips. Thrusting and grunting with uncontrollable desire they came suddenly and wildly.
Chris screamed and Fred grunted and shivered as intense orgasms shook their very souls. Chris could feel the pounding of Fred’s stiff cock as he came inside her. Her avid cunt sucked and pushed at the pulsing organ and she was unable to restrain her hands. They clawed and scratched at her lover’s back as he crushed her vibrating, writhing body to his panting, breast.
Slowly the moment of intense passion passed for both. Chris squirmed and nestled into the warmth of the firm, sexy body that covered her. Fred sweaty with the exertions of his surprising passion kissed Chris’ lovely face and stroked her soft blond hair tenderly. Soon they were both asleep their arms enfolding each other.
How long they slept was a mystery but both wakened to a shrill cry that filled the room. Fred rolled off the bed and walked to the door just in time to hear Marilyn cry out hoarsely, “Oh God lover don’t stop.”
Smiling wanly Fred turned to Chris and said, “Guys will talk and they say she is a wild lady in bed.”
Chris holding her arms open to Fred whispered, “You mean you’ve never sampled that lovely morsel of femininity?”
Fred snuggled into Chris’ arms and put a strong hand on her still erect nipple. “No my darling I never have. She’s a beauty alright but I like my lovers young, supple and perhaps a little daring.”
“Oh. How daring?”
He kissed her passionately before answering. Their tongues met and pushed at each other and then she opened her mouth and let him slip his tongue deeply into her eager mouth. Then sliding her body slowly down his she rubbed her full, tiny breasts and firm nipples over the stiff, dark hair that covered his chest and flat belly.
Gently her hand caught and held his pink, stiff cock. She kissed the tip and let her tongue caress the opening. Fred shivered and slid down onto the bed his hands resting gently on her head and toying with her soft blond hair.
Slowly and lovingly Chris slipped Fred’s throbbing cock into her mouth. Her teeth lightly brushed over the shaft as her tongue moved tantalizingly over the glans. Fred shivered and moved and lifted his hips to find more of Chris’ loving mouth. Chris moving with a quickly increasing rhythm moved her right hand to Fred’s balls and held them firmly as she sucked and nipped at his eagerly thrusting cock.
With a soft moan Fred exploded into Chris’ soft, sucking mouth. Chris whimpering gulped the salty treasure that Fred bestowed. She clung to his scrotum and felt the juices of her hungry cunt run freely down her inner thighs.
Lifting her lovely face from Fred’s now limp prick she whispered, “Darling please tie my hands and eat me.”
Panting as much with renewed desire as with exertion Fred grasped her slender, ardent body and lifted her to the head of the bed. Using her bikini bra he tied her hands together against the post of the headboard. Then he slid slowly and lovingly down the lithe, squirming body sucking and kissing as he moved; leaving a trail of fiery desire as he approached Chris’ avid center.
With tenderness he spread the full labia of her silky, blond hair covered box. Then he gently stroked the pink bulging lips beneath. Chris squirming and thrusting her supple hips at his exploring hand murmured, “Oh please do it,” over and over again.
Fred lowered his face to her wet, throbbing pussy and slipped his tongue deep inside her voracious cunt. Chris was now out of control she struggled to move her hands groaning and panting as she thrust her hips up to meet her lover’s face. Fred let the thumb of one hand press and massage Chris’ vibrating clit as his tongue moved in and out of the wet, warm center of her being.
With a sudden lunge of her hips Chris shrieked, “Oh my God.” Her lovely body shuddered and moved zombie-like in the throes of an intense orgasm. Her legs thrashed and she whimpered as spasm after spasm sucked at Fred’s still deeply probing tongue. It took many minutes for the body wrenching orgasmic seizures to subside.
Lovely, lustful Chris finally lay sleeping as Fred moved quietly to untie her delicate hands and lie close beside her.
Chris wakened to bright sunshine and a very much rumpled bed. She sat up and stared for a few moments at the tangled swim suit bra that lay tangled on the bed beside her.
“My God I really behave like that,” she murmured. “What must that poor man think of me.”
She sat up and stretched and then moved briskly to the bathroom carrying the bikini bra. She stopped along the way to pick up the bikini bottoms that Fred had struggled to untie as she pulled at his encumbering trunks. She giggled as she remembered that, “It was tough to get him out of those trunks because his dick stuck out a mile.”
She glanced at her watch and breathed a sigh of relief. She had at least five hours until her shift began at the ICU. The shower was comfortable and she stood under its gentle spray for a long time. Stepping out of the shower she was glad to find an electric hair drier in one of the many drawers of the vanity. Wrapping herself in a thick cotton bath sheet she sat and languorously did her hair.
Just as she finished there was alight tapping at the door. Chris unlocked the door and Marilyn draped in a flaming red lounging kimono came in.
“You had a good night apparently. I thought I made a lot of noise but you won the prize last night,” she said smiling.
“I never did that before,” Chris said blushing. “For me sex has always been great but I’ve never really lost control like that. You know I asked Fred to tie my hands — do you think maybe a little restraint makes a person wilder?”
“If you decide to move in with me we can do a study of that,” Marilyn said. “Look, I’ve got breakfast in my room so just wear the towel and come and eat. I’ll lend you clothes and a car so you can get to work by three.”
“Oh thanks. I’m putting you to a lot of trouble,” Chris said quietly.
“Not really kid. I like you and I’d like you to make this place your home. I’m dead serious about the new job — I’ve already placed calls to two of my doctor friends about you.”
Taking Chris’ hand in hers Marilyn led the way to her bedroom suite. A table filled with bacon, scrambled eggs, toast and juices sat near the hearth in which a wood fire crackled pleasantly.
“Who prepared all of this — you?”
“No honey. I have two in help. They get evenings off except if I have a big party. I am not just rich dear — I’m loaded,” Marilyn laughed as she heaped her plate with food.
The two women ate in silence. After finishing Chris leaned back in her chair and sighed, “This is the life.”
“Well say yes to my offer and most of it can be yours. No strings — well maybe just one — and that only if you’re interested,” Marilyn said looking fixedly at Chris.
“What’s the proviso?”
“Once in a while we make with each other. I like fucking straight women — they are soft, gentle and usually know more about the buttons that drive me wild than any man can.”
“If that’s what worries you forget it. My first sexual experiences were with girls in the nursing school dorm. You’re right you know. There are times when a woman can do what no man could imagine I need,” Chris whispered.
Marilyn smiled and asked softly, “Is now one of those times?”
Chris shivered and reached for her dark haired friend. They kissed and as they kissed they moved into the bedroom each having dropped what little covered their lovely nakedness.
Marilyn’s large breasts brushed across Chris’ firm tits and large erect nipples. Standing at the bedside Chris pushed Marilyn back and took a firm grip on her pendulous, firm breasts bringing each alternately to her mouth so that she could take each brown, firm nipple between her teeth and nip it lightly.
Marilyn gasped and shivered as Chris continuing to toy with her luscious breasts slid her right leg between Marilyn’s legs and pressed it firmly into her wet, warm crotch. Marilyn’s hips began to move and she leaned back so that Chris’ grasp of her breasts was all that kept her upright. She was moving without restraint her passion mounting. A soft crooning sound coming from deep in her chest. Chris saw that Marilyn’s eyes were closed and her hands moved in a spastic way to clutch her full buttocks. Suddenly Marilyn stiffened, her body shook. Her hands moved to Chris’ shoulders her fingers clutched them and hold on with a vise-like grip.
Marilyn’s left leg had twined itself around Chris’ and Chris could feel the warm wetness of Marilyn’s cum running down like a small stream down it to the floor.
Slowly Chris moved to the bed and eased herself down with Marilyn still clinging to her and grinding her ardent pussy into her right thigh. It was many minutes before the orgasms that moved through Marilyn’s lush and lovely body ceased to control her every function.
When she opened her eyes she looked at Chris and smiling warmly whispered, “Let me fuck you so that can you feel what I just felt.”
Chris sat and watched as Marilyn walked, tits jiggling and voluptuous butt wriggling to a large dresser across the room. She was back in moments with long pink ribbons lined with white angora fur in her hands.
“Soft furry ribbons to hold your passionate body lover,” she whispered.
Chris nodded and lay back on the bed. Her desire to be possessed by the lovely dark, passionate woman before her was boundless. Marilyn leaned across Chris’ pointy breasts and large stiff nipples her large firm tits brushing over them as she gently tied Chris’ arms to the brass bed posts.
Then Marilyn straddled the beautiful Chris, her buttocks and wet pussy near Chris’ face and gently placed the pink, fluffy ties around both of Chris’ shapely ankles. Moments later Chris, lay bound hand and foot her legs spread wide, her pink cunt soaked the wetness of her overwhelming desire.
Each touch by Marilyn made Chris tingle. She moaned as Marilyn again straddled her ardent body and brushed her wet cunt over Chris’ stiff nipples. Marilyn’s hips rotated slowly letting first one of Chris’ exquisite nipples and then the other slide into her wet, warm box.
Chris strained at the soft restraints striving to pull the exciting women’s box to her eager mouth. Marilyn moved with tantalizingly deliberation her hands sliding over Chris’ smooth, muscular abdomen and stroking the mons and its rich covering of silky blond hair.
Chris pitched her hips forward and hissed, “For God sake flick me.”
She struggled and thrashed at the restraints as Marilyn’s mouth moved onto her wet pink pussy. Chris’ back arched and she grunted as she tried to force Marilyn’s skillfully exploring tongue deeper into her ravenous cunt.
Marilyn let her tongue flick back and forth over Chris’ stiff, vibrating clit. Chris strained and grunted at the slender pink strands that held and heightened her passion. Slowly Marilyn put her fingers into Chris’ now drenched cunt and slid her hips down so they rested on Chris’ mons.
As her fingers found the little button they sought deep in Chris’ cunt Marilyn’s hips ground gently but firmly on her mons. Chris suddenly grew quiet and then with a piercing shriek, “Oh my God I’m coming!” her lovely, supple body shook violently, the restraints tied to her arms broke and she squeezed her tiny, full tits as spasm after spasm swept her into a paradise of orgiastic abandon.
Marilyn felt the warm flow of from Chris’ cunt as her ecstatic spasms seemed endless. Panting and sweating Chris finally dropped into a deep, dreamless sleep. Gently kissing the passionate, blond Marilyn freed her from the soft restraints and covered her with a soft down comforter.
Around noon Marilyn, dressed in fitted slacks and cashmere cowl neck sweater walked into the bedroom and kissed Chris’ until she fluttered her eyelids and sensuously stretched.
“What time is it,” Chris murmured.
“Time for you to be up and dressed if your going to get to the hospital on time.”
Sitting up, stretching her arms above her head and arching her back Chris whispered, “It’s never been like that before. Thank you.” Marilyn smiled warmly. “Don’t thank me just tell me you’ll come live here. By the way I’ve laid out several outfits, at least one should fit, for you to wear to go to work.” Then leaning over the bed Marilyn kissed Chris on the lips and said, “Lunch in a half hour.”
Chris decided that the best fit of all Marilyn’s clothes was a plain dress, with a straight line that flared slightly at the hips. Chris giggled as she looked at a pair of Marilyn’s leather slacks. “I wish I had enough rump to fill those — the girls at the hospital would be green with envy,” she thought.
Skipping down the stairs Chris hummed a little tune. Never had she felt so alive. Her body fairly tingled as she moved in the dress that smelled of Chris and her perfume. Marilyn was already at the table eating and she rang for service as Chris entered.
The meal was served by an elderly couple whom Marilyn said had been with her for several years. Paul, a large gray haired man, served as butler and when needed as chauffeur also. Hilda, his wife, was the cook and housekeeper.
As Chris finished her meal of tomato stuffed with crab salad, croissant and coffee Marilyn tossed a set of car keys to her. “Those are for the Porsche in the second garage down. Use it. Paul and I will pick your car up at the Inn later today.”
“Thanks. I think I would like to take you up on your offer. Can you arrange some interviews for me at local hospitals — I’ll have Thursday and Friday off this week.”
Marilyn smiled broadly. “Doll I’ll arrange it before you’re back tonight. What time do you finish your shift?”
“I’m off at eleven-thirty. I planned on driving back her after I pick up some clothes at my flat,” Chris answered.
“I don’t like your running around the downtown area alone that late at night — I’ll take care of that too. Is it OK to call you at work?”
“Yes. What’s the matter? You afraid something will happen to your Porsche?” Chris asked with a wide grin.
“You might say that — but it’s more probable I’m concerned for that part of you sitting on the car’s seat,” Marilyn replied with a broad, salacious smile.
Chris drove out of the garage and following directions provided by Paul she was soon tooling down the freeways into the smoggy, smelly downtown area of Los Angeles. She was quite early and so took her time changing into scrub suit and soft soled shoes all ICU nurses wore.
As she sat in the nurses lounge sipping a cup of strong black coffee the day shift supervisor walked in and filling a cup with the black brew said, “Hi Chris — thought I saw you walk in here — got a minute to talk?”
“Sure Lena. What’s up?”
Lena Washburn was a tall, thin, attractive black woman in her late forties. Her figure and her demeanor were strikingly masculine. Chris knew that she and Stephi Andersen, the morning ICU supervisor, had lived together for many years.
“I hear you’ve been talking to other hospitals about a job — is that right?”
“No not entirely. I have a friend in the Valley who wants me to live closer and has been putting out feelers for me.”
“If it’s money I can get you a raise. You’re too good to lose for financial reasons. If it’s love I can comprehend your desire to be closer,” Lena said smiling.
Chris returned Lena’s smile. “It’s not money and it’s not love either. It’s — I’m not sure I’ll say this so you’ll understand it — it’s the lousy social life I’ve had since I’ve been working here.”
“I understand perfectly,” Lena said standing and walking over to the sink to wash out her empty cup. “You will find a lot more action in the Valley. I’m not entirely sure you will find the professional aspects to your liking, however. I know Stephi will speak with you about this and I’m certain Dr. Adams will want to talk with you at length,” she said striding out the door.
“Whew! How in hell did they hear about my planning to move so quickly?” she wondered aloud.
At three o’clock Chris walked into the ICU to take report from Stephi Andersen. Stephi was a short, pale blond Danish girl. She wore her long blond hair in tightly curled braids while on duty. Off duty she would let her hair down and gather it at the neck with a jeweled barrette.
Her figure was the kind that other women would kill for. Full breasts, narrow waist and a firm flat hips.
She was the very essence of femininity a fact attested to by the male members of the hospital staff whose approaches were invariably rebuffed.
Her pale blue eyes sparkling and her face glowing she would always respond to invitations from men saying, “I’m just not that kind of a girl.”
Her female colleagues were less kind. The gossip would always turn to such questions as, “How do Stephi and Lena screw?” or, “With those two who does what to whom?”
Chris thought about the latter questions as she sat listening to Stephi’s quaintly accented report. The changing of the guard over Stephi slid off the stool she had been using and said, “Let’s step into the nurses lounge for a moment Chris. Leona will handle the floor — there are only two patient’s at the who need attention just now.”
The two blond women made an attractive tableau as they walked toward the nurses lounge. Several house officers whistled softly as they moved down the corridor.
Once in the now busy nurses lounge Stephi stripped off her scrub dress and standing absolutely naked she began working on her tightly braided hair. As she removed the many hairpins she looked at Chris’ reflection in the mirror and asked, “Why are you thinking of leaving us?”
Chris was fascinated not only by the lovely body Stephi had undraped but by the total lack of inhibition she had shown doing it. She was a little slow in responding and Stephi turned abruptly and said, “Are you leaving because of some sex thing?”
Chris blushed and said, “As a matter of fact that’s one of the reasons.”
“When Lena heard about it she said you probably found some one who you were screwing out there. Is it girls or boys with you?” she asked turning back to the mirror and briskly brushing her flowing blond mane.
“Look Stephi I don’t want to be rude but it really isn’t any of your business. I’ll work here until I find a job in the Valley and then I’ll give two weeks notice. My sex life is none of your affair,” she said angrily heading for the door.
Stephi had moved to her locker and slipped on a pair of tightly cut jeans being careful to push her blond pubic hairs out of the way of the zipper.
“Your wrong there my friend. If you are throwing over a good professional position plus a good income because you didn’t find anyone around her to fill or eat your itchy cunt you’re making a big mistake,” she said slipping into a loose fitting cotton shirt and fastening it so that it revealed her enticing cleavage.
Chris was ready to storm out just as Lena walked in. Lena unlike Stephi was dressed in her white uniform. As she walked past the two of them she removed her starched white cap and tossed it into her open locker. Then turning to Stephi she said, “I’ll wait in the car for you. It looks like you aren’t getting anywhere with our colleague anyway.”
Chris whirled on Lena and said, “What are you two trying to do? I have my reasons for wanting to move on. I told Stephi I’d work until I found a good spot and then give notice.”
“Yeah honey. The trouble is of course we’ve seen that fancy green Porsche, you’re driving, around here before. You’re being bought. Tell you what you talk with Dr. Adams, he’ll see you around six by the way, and then call us at home after your shift — OK?”
Chris was thoroughly confused. “You mean you have run into Marilyn before?”
Stephi smiled and said, “Call us tonight after you’ve talked with Dr. Adams and had time to think things over. We’ll wait for your call.”
Chris her anger abated and replaced by confusion returned to the ICU and her regular duties. The time passed slowly. There were on this particular evening four RNs for only two patients. Around five thirty Chris decided to get her dinner and think things over.
There was little question that her job was enjoyable. She also knew that her colleagues and the rest of the professional staff were far better than average. As she sat toying with her food and pondering the spot she had put herself in a pleasant masculine voice asked, “May I join you Miss Diamond?”
Chris looked up and recognized Dr. Adams the director of the ICU. She had met him at the time she was hired and had seen him on the ward many times. However, she had never been assigned to any of his patients and had never had any prolonged conversations with him.
He was a short, lean, balding man in his late thirties or early forties. His long, angular face was covered by a reddish-brown beard and his green eyes sparkled with amusement. In fact as Chris looked up at him and asked him to join her she had the feeling he would start laughing at some private joke at any moment. She also sensed an inner security that emanated from the man.
“I’m glad I found you here,” he said. “I would like to talk with you about the rumors of your leaving us. At the same time I don’t want to spoil your meal.”
“Oh I’m glad for the company. I don’t want you to spoil your dinner by talking about hospital problems while you eat.”
He laughed. “Eating and talking about things medical is an occupational necessity for physicians.”
“Well if you don’t mind I certainly am ready to hear what you have to say. I want you to know I’m truly flattered by everyone’s concern,” Chris said smiling.
Dr. Adams ate quickly and then leaning back in his chair he sighed and said, “You are a very fine nurse. All of the people who have worked with you like you — a remarkable achievement in a place like this.”
Blushing Chris nodded her thanks.
“You started in at a bad time. Short staff, no time off and heavy patient loads. It raises hell with a single person’s social life. Believe me I know,” he said. “Lena suspected you might lose interest in the job because you had neither the time nor the energy, to work long hours and socialize as well. She apparently was correct?”
Chris suddenly felt restless. She wanted to pace while talking to this obviously sincere man. She was truly intrigued by him and needed to rid herself of the trapped feeling both the conversation and his presence seemed to provoke.
“Could we discuss this elsewhere?” she blurted.
“Sure. You check on the status of the unit. If it’s OK meet me in my office in half an hour otherwise call and we will talk later.”
Chris, somewhat relieved by her brief reprieve, returned to the ICU. Everything was quiet. She checked the status of the two patients and then headed for Dr. Adams’ office in the administrative section of the hospital.
Her knock at the door was answered promptly. She had never visited any of the hospital administrative offices, other than the nursing office, before. The office she entered was quite spartan. Metal furniture, worn chairs and a desk cluttered with old charts, computer printouts and piles of EKG tracings. Sitting amid the jumble was Dr. Adams smiling pleasantly and motioning to the one empty chair in the room.
Chris sat down on the edge of the chair feeling very ill-at-ease and somewhat embarrassed by the turn of events.
“I’m glad you could come down now,” Dr. Adams said. “What I want to get across to you is the fact that we want, very much, to keep you here. Your work is excellent and you can go far in this academic environment.”
“As you know here we have residents and an fine teaching staff. In the Valley you will find that physicians are primarily interested in maintaining a life style. Nurses are not infrequently called upon to function as physicians. This is partly because the doctors don’t want to be disturbed, especially at night; and not infrequently because a good ICU nurse knows more than the doctor on the case.”
“You will be going into a medical environment where what the patient can afford is more important than what he needs. Your social life will certainly be busier, but, judging from the quality of your work you will soon find it is poor reward for the lousy working conditions you will find,” Dr. Adams said, leaning back in his chair and looking at Chris intently.
Chris now rose and began to pace. “I haven’t ever even looked at any hospital setups in the Valley. I guess I’m behaving childishly at that. Stephi and Lena said they would like to discuss thing with me tonight so I guess I’ll do some more exploring before make a firm commitment,” she said.
“Good. I would like you to stay here. And, since things appear inordinately quiet in the unit why don’t you take the rest of the shift off and visit with Andersen and Washburn — do you have their phone number?”
“Yes, thank you.”
Chris called the unit and found things, as Dr. Adams had said, quiet. She went to the nurses lounge and changed into the clothes she had borrowed from Marilyn and made her call to Stephi and Lena.
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