Chapter One-6
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“Nurse Ratchet please,” my phone voice thinly disguised.
“Winnie, it’s you at last. Calling to rescue me from the doldrums of nursing. Proposing a cruise, a flight to Majorca... perhaps just proposing...”
I laugh. Louise is sardonic as always. She mocks herself in playing the role of spinster eager for marriage. Her celibacy is really a result of choice and lifestyle, her good looks belie the humorous feigned desperation in seeking companionship.
“How about dinner first. Lots to talk about.”
“You’ve been humping that little trollop I sent to you?”
“No,” I am truthful in my reply but my snicker evidences my quibbling.
Yes, it was Nurse Ratchet who passed my cell phone number to Sunny Sudenskaya. Though we have affection, we take care of each other in more ways than male/female companionship.
Louise is notably bisexual. But I suspect more homophilic than she portends.
“Her fellatio has been so resplendent I have yet to lower my trousers,” I say in a jesting manner, knowing that Louise will fully understand it is not a joke.
She laughs.
“I should have saved the wench for myself. But when I came across her at Spankers, her desired perversion seemed to so much complement yours. Such an interesting collection of pictures...”
Typical of Louise, it is she who frequents kinky b**m clubs such as the infamous Spankers yet has the temerity to reference my ‘hobby’ as perversion.
I suggest the bistro near my apartment where Sunny and I first conspired. We decide on 7:00 p.m.
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“Would you consider returning to the night shift... for a few weeks?”
Some wine, a succulent meal, we sip sambuca as I bluntly swing the conversation to my intended topic. Louise sits on my left side. During our vanilla confabulation over dinner, I furtively stroked her thigh under the table.
“Yick! Took me years to acquire the seniority needed to get off it.”
“I am sure you can temporarily switch with another nurse. There must be some younger type who would prefer to go clubbing rather than suffer the slow demise of her social life.”
Louise smiles gamely knowing that I would not ask for such a meaningful favor without offering some benefit. I reach into my pocket, reasonably assured that the waiter and busboy will not return until our sizable goblets of well iced liquid licorice are consumed.
“I now have my own ‘interesting’ collection of pictures,” I offer in pushing Sunday’s digital montage to my left.
The game smile broadens. She glances right then left to assure there are no interlopers as her thumb fervently pages through the pile.
“Your engineering degree is well employed,” her voice playful in viewing a naked girl bearing a skin corset... that which would otherwise shock.
She pauses on the more salacious prints, her philogyny apparent in viewing close-ups of grommeted buttocks with Sunny’s feet well parted. Her shaven mons reveals plump outer labia beneath. As her attention is riveted my hand slips under the table. She coyly giggles as my digits, emboldened by wine, glide under her skirt. In her late thirties, Louise has before felt exploring fingers there. There is no physical or verbal resistance. My touch augments the titillating photos.
“There is more to come for Sunny. More steps. She epitomizes masochism. Humiliation excites and there seems to be a fascinating inner dissonance over exhibitionism. Note how she attempts to avoid the camera, yet so perfectly poses to reveal herself. As you know I tend to celebrate such aberration. Always eager to help.”
Louise laughs.
“Yes. The Hippocratic oath. And for me? You know women are not as eidetic as men. Just an offering of photos?”
“Oh no. That is why I think it will behoove you to have your days free for a time. Sunny will need... care.”
My enunciation of the term brings the return of the smile as my exploring hand reaches paydirt. Louise is without panties and welcomes my touch Her well disciplined PC muscles contract in greeting as I slip two fingers past her inner labia.
“Let’s discuss details at your place,” she announces in placing the photos in her purse.
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