Nurse Wool's jowls were clenched as they always were when she was under a lot of stress, making her face, normally couched in hanging flesh, look like it was constructed out of granite. "This is very important to the hospital, Miss Marchand," she said with as much emphasis as she could muster, which was considerable. "Do I have any choice in the matter?" Kimberly replied.
"No. What I'm telling you amounts to an order," Nurse Wool said definitively.
"But the hospital is overcrowded enough as it is," Kimberly said. "And even more understaffed. All of our patients already need more care than they're getting. Some of them are five or six to a room."
"I know, I know," Nurse Wool said with more than a trace of weariness. "But sometimes we have to overlook things like that."
"But to ask me to spend all of my time attending to the needs of a single patient seems criminal," Kimberly said.
"Let's look at the facts of life," Nurse Wool said. "It would be criminal if he couldn't pay for it. But he can. And it's not only that but…"
"But the fact that he's Harrison Caldwell, the ninth richest man in the world, and that justifies anything. Is that what you're trying to say?" Kimberly bitingly interrupted.
"Yes, that's right," Nurse Wool said with resignation. "And the fact that he has amended his will to leave this hospital an endowment of seven million dollars when he dies. Obviously the hospital cannot afford to disappoint a patient like that. Now, I'm not going to stand here and argue with you. Just be sure you report to his rooms when you check in for work tomorrow."
Nurse Wool abruptly lifted her bulk from the chair in which she was sitting and left the nurses station, leaving Kimberly alone, her face burning with rage and indignation. Kimberly lit a cigarette and started smoking furiously, filling the enclosure with angry smoke. She snuffed it out and quickly lit another, smoking it just as obsessively.
It was in the middle of her third cigarette that Kimberly started to calm down and think about the situation objectively instead of just being enraged by it. By the time she got up to pour herself a cup of coffee, the situation with Harrison Caldwell, an oppressive chore just a few minutes ago, had developed in her mind as an exciting possibility – the ultimate act of revenge.
Harrison Caldwell was the heir to one of the world's largest fortunes, the controlling stock in a conglomerate of family-owned enterprises that included the manufacture of a variety of consumer products. However the commerce for which Caldwell International was most known, due to the power of the press, was a toilet-paper company which manufactured a product called Tooshie Tissue that controlled forty percent of the U.S. market, causing Harrison Caldwell to be widely known as The King of Toilet Paper.
Among Caldwell's favorite excesses was marrying chorus girls after having known them for a few hours or so, and then laying a huge financial settlement on them for a divorce or annulment so he could marry the next chorus girl who caught his eye. By the time his body had started to wear out from a lifetime of eating, drinking, gambling, and doing everything else that was bad for him, he had had eight wives.
Although he was only in his late fifties, Caldwell's body was about twice as old, and he probably would have been dead ten years before if it hadn't been for the prodigious and advanced medical care he was able to buy with his extraordinary wealth.
Everybody over the age of eleven who could read knew about Caldwell because he had spent years having his tasteless episodes fill the pages of the public media. He liked to boast that while it was true that Richard Nixon had appeared on the cover of Time magazine more than anybody else, was equally true that he, Harrison Caldwell, had appeared on the front page of The National Enquirer more than anybody else.
Kimberly was no exception in her knowledge of Caldwell's notoriety, and she recalled some of the things she had read about the man.
The thing that Kimberly recalled most vividly about Caldwell over the years was that he seemed to be an absolute fanatic when it came to the subject of sex, and not just with his many wives. Over the years he had been involved in a number of scandals, including a series of love nests with very young women, some of them so young they weren't women at all but girls.
Parents had complained of their daughters being corrupted by him, but in the end nothing ever happened, since, obviously, no daughter's virtue was beyond a price, and Caldwell could always meet the price.
Then, too, Kimberly remembered a scandal where an ambitious assistant district attorney had produced evidence that Caldwell had financed a pornography ring specializing in films and pictures of young girls fucking animals and being tortured. The case had received front-page play for a while, and then gradually vanished from the public eye.
About six months after the original charges were made, the assistant district attorney suddenly quit the public prosecutor's office and immediately opened up a private practice in a suite of high-priced offices. His first client was Caldwell International.
Enjoying a second cup of coffee, Kimberly smiled smugly and said to herself, "Something tells me that Harrison Caldwell was just made for us."
"Now remember," Nurse Wool said to Kimberly as she led her into Caldwell's secluded suite of rooms. "He's a wreck. He needs complete peace and quiet. In his shape, too much excitement might kill him."
"Isn't that what the hospital wants?" Kimberly said with a straight face.
"Now just what do you mean by that?" Nurse Wool replied, her face turning a deep shade of crimson.
"I just meant the hospital gets the money after he's dead, not while he's still alive," Kimberly said. "As long as he's living he might change his will and the hospital won't get a cent."
"That's outrageous," Nurse Wool blustered.
"Can't you see I was only joking," Kimberly teased.
"Well, joke or not, you mustn't talk that way," Nurse Wool huffed. "Please remember that this is the most serious sort of business."
After Nurse Wool had left Kimberly tiptoed into the room where Caldwell was sleeping. She went to the edge of his bed and looked closely at him. There was no doubt about it, he looked like a wreck. She could see the traces of a millionaire's Florida tan, but just the vestiges since his internal condition had left his basic skin tone a chalky white.
Kimberly lifted Caldwell's wrist and felt his pulse. Even though he was asleep and under heavy medication, his pulse raced. As a trained nurse, it was apparent to Kimberly that too much excitement or too many shocks would kill him. It was just a question of how short a time it would be before Caldwell was dead. He was only in the hospital to buy time, however, as Kimberly leaned over and removed the covers.
"No time like the present to get busy," Kimberly said. Quickly she unzipped her white nurse's uniform and pulled it off over her head and laid it on a chair. She had purposelessly worn no bra underneath her uniform, and her white nurse's pantyhose were specially made with no crotch in them so that her cunt was exposed.
In order to stimulate herself into the appropriate mood, Kimberly thrust her hand between her legs and began rubbing her cunt, circulating her other hand over the hardening nipples of her exposed breasts.
She plunged her finger into the damp crevice of her cunt, exploring the sensitive vaginal walls until she began to feel a contracting sensation in the pit of her stomach that spread instantly to her groin and told her that she was making herself hot and ready for fucking.
Kimberly slowed her cunt pumping down some and finger-fucked herself, then abruptly speeded it up, rubbing the heel of her hand over her clitoris which was now an erect, red button pulsing with hot blood.
When her nipples were as hard as marbles and her cunt sopping wet, Kimberly sidled over to the bed and eagerly pulled back the hem of Caldwell's nightgown. She was ready to work on his prick. Like the test of him, his prick was tired looking, a cock that had probably been inside more things than even Kimberly could imagine.
Wasting no time, Kimberly quickly went down on him, licking the sleeping Caldwell's balls after pulling his legs further apart. She licked the underside of his scrotum and then followed the seam all the way back between his cheeks, digging her tongue into his asshole briefly, and stimulating his enlarged prostate.
Kimberly returned to his prick and wrapped her lips around it, sucking wetly with the hope of drawing it to erection.
Even though he remained sound asleep, Caldwell's hands shot out and, by unconscious instinct, encircled Kimberly's bobbing head and held it firmly, steering it up and down his growing prick. Kimberly made no attempt to remove his hands, and let them guide her head up and down, her lips sucking the shaft of his prick in an accelerating pace, her tongue lolling wetly over his cockhead as she sucked.
Then Caldwell started to stir elsewhere in his body besides his now fully-erect prick. "Are you still sleeping?" Kimberly muttered to him, his cock still in her mouth.
When he murmured something unintelligible back to her, she decided that he was about to wake up.
Kimberly wanted to be sine that when Caldwell woke up he would awaken to something he had never expected, since every shock, big or small, would draw him closer to her ultimate objective.
She stopped sucking his prick and climbed around on the bed so that her gaping crotch was hovering directly over his face, and then slowly lowered her sopping, open pussy onto his face, the sticky lips squishing directly against Caldwell's mouth. Immediately his breathing became more labored as he fought for breath, the pungent flesh and matted hair of her dripping cunt covering his mouth and nose, adding to the stimulation he was receiving from her busy hands as she played with his cock and balls.
Caldwell's mouth opened, fighting for air, but instead it was inundated by the sticky musk of an open, drooling cunt. Caldwell's tongue lashed out against the rubbery lips of Kimberly's pussy and quickly found the throbbing nub of her clitoris. His cock throbbed as if it would burst in her busy hands.
Kimberly raised her crotch a couple of inches from Caldwell's desperate mouth and let him breathe briefly. She looked down between her legs and saw that his face was sopping wet, glistening with cuntjuice. Giving him time for a couple of quick, shallow pants, Kimberly sat on his face once more, grinding the hairy warmth of her cunt in his face. Below her, she could feel his body shuddering, his pulse racing fast. Sweat broke out all over his body from the exertion, Caldwell took all of Kimberly's pussy in his hungry mouth and sucked on it like a vacuum cleaner, extracting every drop of gooey moisture inside of her cunt and swallowing it with a long, greedy gulp.
As Caldwell continued to tongue-fuck her, Kimberly went to work in earnest on his swollen, throbbing prick. She moved her hands up and down on his cock in a blur as she leaned over and flicked her tongue over the head. When she felt Caldwell's pulse race even faster and his muscles tense, she leaned her head back a few inches just in time to watch molten globs of sperm spit out of his cock and land in white pools on his pubic hair and balls.
His coming didn't stop Kimberly. She kept her pussy in his face, and he kept shooting his tongue up her fuck canal, and sucking and nibbling at her pulsing clit.
His cock started to go limp, exhausted by his orgasmic effort, but she wouldn't permit it to fall. She enveloped the tube of meat with her mouth, furiously sucking and kissing it with her lips, bathing his prick in a warm cascade of saliva as she rubbed his balls and inserted a finger up his asshole.
Quickly she felt around in his rectum for the lump of his prostate, and finding it, she placed her finger against it and pushed, instantly activating his cock so that it lurched upward in her mouth and stiffened again. So absorbed was she in her work this time, that when he came again, after her frantic sucking and jacking off while she rolled her pussy in his face, she willingly swallowed his second load of hot sperm as he came in an agonized series of sticky bursts.
After Caldwell had come the second time, Kimberly climbed off him and studied him. She rubbed her sopping pussy as she watched her patient twitch, faint and semi-conscious from exhaustion. He was muttering something, but it was incomprehensible. Kimberly leaned down to try and understand what he was moaning.
"Who… who are you?" Caldwell groaned through twisted lips as Kimberly put her ear to his lips.
She stood up and looked down at him, putting her hands on her hips, her drooling pussy dripping with juice. So given to lewdness was Caldwell that the sight of a obviously hot pussy a few inches from him seemed to immediately inject added alertness in him, and his eyes cleared as he managed to say, "Are you my nurse?"
Kimberly continued to flaunt her pussy. When he asked again, she answered by placing a foot on a nearby chair so that her legs were fully parted. She tilted her pelvis toward the astonished Caldwell. She parted the lips of her cunt so that the dripping, scarlet fuck canal was fully exposed.
Despite his diminished condition, Caldwell tried to grab for her. But his depleted body betrayed his libido and he feebly collapsed with his arms hanging over the side of the bed.
"You're not my nurse… Nurses don't have cunts… Just needles and bedpans… No cunts on nurses… Like nuns…" He stopped to catch his fleeting breath, and then blurted out the words, "Who are you?"
"The angel of death," she said softly.
Looking straight at her cunt, he muttered, "Oh, my God, a talking pussy," then passed out.