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.