So You Want To Be A Nurse By Michele Nylons
Chapter Four – The Explanation
As if on cue the telephone rang.
It was Polly.
"Hope it wasn't too bad Michele; meet me at the Boar's Head pub at five pm honey; I have to go," Polly hung up.
Michele removed her clothing and tossed the soiled lingerie, along with the lingerie she had worn yesterday into the washer. She scrubbed off her makeup, removed her breastforms and removed nailpolish. She had another shower, dressed as Michael and sat smoking and drinking tea, watching the clock and thinking about what Dr Marron had said about paying good money for her services.
Polly was sitting at a small table in the snug of the Boar's Head, a gin and tonic sat untouched alongside an ashtray with a smouldering cigarette burning away. She was still in her nurse's uniform having come straight from work; it was the navy blue tunic as opposed to the white one Michele had worn earlier in the day. The white uniform was the nurses' summer uniform and Spring was still some months away.
A young man dressed in labourer's work clothes was having an animated conversation with Polly; the man was obviously drunk and Michael was a little reluctant to join them but he strolled over.
"See I told you I was waiting for someone; so please leave," she said to the navvy.
"What? This weedy little poof? You can do better than that luv," the young man slurred.
Wagging her finger, Polly beckoned him closer and he leaned down to hear what she had to say.
"Fuck off!!!" she screamed in his ear and drove her heel into his shin.
Polly had swapped her work shoes for high-heels and Michael imagined the pain must be excruciating. The navvy howled with pain, hopping on one leg, holding his bruised and scraped shin. In the main bar, his workmates watching him through the door to the snug bellowed with laughter.
"You ok luv?" the barman put his head through the small servery hatch.
"Yeah, this tosser just can't take no for an answer," she nodded at the wounded workman who was hobbling away to join his friends.
"A pint please, and another gin and tonic please," Polly called to the barman.
The barman raised his eyebrows, but went away to pour the drinks. Polly smiled at Michael and downed her drink in one long gulp. She patted the padded bench seat and Michael sat down beside her; the space was small and cramped and they sat thigh to thigh.
The barman bought out the drinks and set them down and Michael pulled at his pint and Polly sipped her drink; the barman left and they were left alone in the snug.
Polly pecked Michael on the lips and squeezed his thigh briefly.
"What's this about?" Michael said taking another sip of his pint.
"Tell me about Dr Marron; was it terrible?" Polly asked, looking Michael.
"Really? That's what you want to know?" Michael replied, a little angry.
Polly nodded.
"Michael; we are a little more than friends, aren't we?"
"Ok, the truth. It was a little like what happened on the ward. At first I was disgusted and I fought him but..."
"But?" Polly leaned in closer.
"But ok; the truth. After a while I liked it; I capitulated. I orgasmed and I liked it."
"But...after, well I felt defiled," he concluded.
"Sort of like...Well, sort of like what happened with me?" Polly asked.
"No that was consensual! Yes, I guess to some extent you seduced me; but I was a willing participant from the beginning. In this case; I was forced to participate in an act to which I did not consent," Michael took another draught of his beer.
"But eventually you liked it?" Polly asked.
Michael slammed his pint down on the table.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! I liked it!" he protested.
"Ok. Calm down; I had to ask because I need to know. You could say I wanted to ease my conscience," Polly replied.
"I filmed you at the hospital. I had no choice; I had to. I came around to your house to teach you how to use makeup and to feminise yourself; because I had to."
"But what happened between us; that was because I wanted it to," Polly confessed.
"So now what?" Michael asked, draining his pint.
"So now you spend some of that five pounds that Dr Marron left you and buy a round," Polly smiled at him.
"And then I'm going to tell you something. Something you won't like but need to know."
Michael went up to the servery and ordered two gin and tonics; doubles. He figured he was going to need a double. He returned to the table and Polly had already lit two cigarettes; he took a deep drag and looked at Polly quizzically.
"You are meeting with Matron Holliday tonight. It's not negotiable but forewarned is forearmed," Polly held up her hand to prevent Michael from interjecting.
"It's an elaborate scam involving blackmail, prostitution and lots and lots of money," Polly began.
"Dr James Lovejoy commenced his residency at CMH about two years ago and as well as trying to shag as many nurses as possible, he took Amanda Holliday as his lover."
"They hatched a plan and secretly photographed some of the nurses `inflagrante delicto' so to speak with Dr Lovejoy, then they blackmailed them. Some of the nurses just told them to fuck off, but some of them, myself included, were duped into their conspiracy."
"Let me guess. They prostitute them out," Michael interrupted.
"Yes. Some reluctantly at first but the money is far more than they make nursing," Polly went on.
"Without sounding churlish, you were tipped five pounds today; that's nearly a half a week's wages."
Michael blushed and was about to defend himself but decided to let Polly continue.
"So CMH runs a thriving prostitution business on the side. Incredible as this may seem; it is true. There is enough money being made that bribes can be paid to those who need to be bribed, selected members of board and the administration, and a tidy sum is still made by Amanda and James."
"But how can they get away with it? How come someone hasn't gone to the authorities or the police?" Michael asked.
"Well why won't you?" Polly countered and drained her drink.
"Well because...I'm in a totally different situation. I'm a; well I'm a..." he left the sentence unfinished.
"Yes you are a man in a job that is traditionally done by women; and you are a...well you are a transvestite. So you are likely to be locked up just for that. It's still the nineteen-fifties Michael," Polly had summed up his situation perfectly.
"The other nurses, the ones they blackmail, they either capitulate or they move on. Lovejoy and Holliday win either way. They have a small stable of nurses who prostitute themselves or they let them go, knowing they will never come forward while they have the damning photographs."
"So why me?" Michael asked.
"Because we have expanded our customer base and it now includes cliental who have particular peccadilloes," Matron Holliday interjected.
Amanda Holliday had crept up to the table without Michael even knowing. Michael flashed a malevolent stare at Polly and turned to his nemesis.
"What the fuck do you want?" Michael glared at the Matron.
Amanda Holliday ignored his question.
"You can leave now Polly; and you keep a civil tongue in your head Nurse Nyland, I'm still your boss," Matron smiled at them both.
"Get a round in before you go," she clipped at Polly who was gathering up her purse and cigarettes and putting them in her handbag.
Matron Holliday took Polly's seat.
"Ok Nurse Nyland, I'm meeting you here in a public place but our privacy is guaranteed, I tipped the barkeep five bob so we have the snug to ourselves," Amanda began.
Michael sat in silence fuming.
"Oh come on Michele; don't pout. Brian tells me you quite enjoyed your little interlude this afternoon," Amanda smiled at him.
"Don't call me that!" Michael hissed.
"I'll fucking-well call you what I like! You work for me as Nurse Michael Nyland at Chelmsford Memorial Hospital and as Nurse Michele Nylons wherever I tell you. I'm your boss in both instances," Amanda did not appear in any way intimidated.
Polly put two double gin and tonics on the table and smiled wanly at Michael before she turned and left.
"Lovely, isn't she? One of our best earners," Amanda sipped her drink.
"So...Polly has probably told you far too much than she needed to, but you get the gist of what this is about."
"I find you the punters, you service the punters, and we all make a quid," she smiled.
She lit two cigarettes and offered one to Michael who was at first inclined to crush it out on her face but accepted it and took a drag.
"Look it's not too bad. Did you really think you could steal knickers and stockings from the nurse's change room and I wouldn't know it was you?"
"We'd been asked by a few of the punters if we could provide them with a transvestite, there's no accounting for taste, personally I think it's depraved, but there is money to made."
"So you were the perfect choice," she sucked her fag and took a deep draught of her drink.
"And the great thing is, you only have two choices. Give up nursing, and even if you do I'll make sure your family and friends see the pictures I have, or go along."
"As you found out this afternoon it's not that bad if you go along," she sneered.
Michael blushed; Dr Marron had obviously reported to her the details of their encounter.
"And it pays. You owe me fifty quid for the makeup and clothes we bought you. You can keep the fiver that Dr Marron tipped you, you keep all the tips and fifty percent of the fee. So your debt to me will be cleared before you know it and then you will be making more money as a prossie than as a nurse."
"What if I just tell you and Dr Lovejoy to fuck off?" Michael hissed at her.
"Oh come on Michele; you know what will happen if you do," Amanda replied.
She reached into her purse and pulled out an envelope.
"The Chelmsford Ambassador Hotel; be there at eight pm tonight. Pack a bag with what you need. The details are in here. Don't fuck this up, he's one of my elite punters," Matron slid the envelope across the table and stood.
She smiled at him, downed her drink and turned on her heels and strode out of the pub.
Michael seemed to be collecting quite an accumulation of envelopes. He resited opening it until he was home and seated on the couch. He opened the envelope and shook it and a note and a passkey fell out. The note was succinct.
`Room 302 Chelmsford Ambassador Hotel, be there in plenty of time so you are presentable by eight o'clock.
You won't be asked any questions and you don't need to tell the man anything other than what he already knows.
Wear the blue uniform'
It was half-past six so Michael hurriedly packed the necessaries into a small suitcase, hurried outside and caught the bus to the high street. The Chelmsford Ambassador Hotel was only two blocks away from CMH so it was easy to find.
Despite his trepidation, no one challenged him when he walked through the lobby, up three flights, and down the corridor, where he found room 302.
It had been freshly serviced and there were fresh flowers and a small bar set up. There was even an ice bucket; quite a luxury. Michael poured a G and T and opened the suitcase. Michael's conscience transitioned and she began to think of herself as Michele as she stripped naked.
She lay out her clothes on the bed and took her little cosmetics kit over to the dresser and began to apply her makeup. She took a damp sponge and applied generous amounts of foundation to her face and applied the finishing powder. She rouged her cheeks, carefully applied eyeliner, brushed on eyeshadow and layed liberal amounts of mascara on her lashes. She smacked her lips as she had been taught to set the plum red lipstick.
"I'm getting better," she appraised herself as she adjusted the black bob wig on her head.
She stepped into a red lace suspender belt and slid on a pair of dark brown, fully-fashioned stockings and snapped the suspender clips to the dark gauzy welts. Once again the familiar feel of diaphanous nylons on her legs excited her; she extended each leg and smoothed out her stockings and straightened the seams. Her toenails were still painted red; there had been no reason to remove the nailpolish.
Next she slipped into a pair of red satin panties affixed the breastforms and snapped on a matching red satin brassiere. She stepped into the navy-blue parody of a nurse's uniform with the tight bodice, short hem and open decolletage and then slipped her feet into a pair of black high-heels. She looked at herself in the mirror and was happy with the results.
Time was running out so she quickly accessorised her jewellery and sprayed herself with perfume.
She had come prepared with lubricant this time and placed the tube on the bedside table. She did not want the indignity of the punter spitting in his hand like Dr Marron had done.
She sat in an overstuffed armchair sipping her drink while she carefully applied nailpolish to her fingernails. She had just finished when eight o'clock struck and the door opened.
A middle-aged, but fit-looking, handsome man stepped through the door. He hung his coat and his hat on the hat-rack and turned around.
"Hello, let's just call me Gerald shall we? I don't have long so lets get started."
"You must be Michele," Gerald said and walked over and took Michele in his arms and kissed her passionately, rubbing his body against her.
Michele had decided that this time she was going to enjoy the encounter as much as possible. She knew that resistance was futile and now that she had experienced sex a number of times whilst enfemme, she figured she would forgo the painful consequences of impeding what the gentleman was going to take by force in any event.
Michele slid her tongue into Gerald's mouth and felt his erection rub against her through her clothing. She manoeuvred a hand between their bodies and squeezed Gerald's penis through the material of his trousers. Gerald groaned and pushed her onto the bed and fell down on top of her, never breaking their kiss.
His hand slid under her skirt and he stroked her stocking-tops and the smooth, creamy skin of her upper thighs. His kisses were pleasant and she responded in kind; her penis was becoming tumescent in her panties and when Gerald lightly ran his fingers over the front of his panties she gasped and bit his lip.
"Mmmm you like that don't you? I like a girl who has a little extra in her knickers," Gerald whispered in her ear.
"And you are so beautiful and sexy Michele."
He crushed his body against hers, his hands exploring her body as they kissed. He was tender with her, taking his time as he explored her, his hand slipped inside her tunic and stroked her belly; occasionally dropping down and sliding over her erect penis encased in her satin panties. Michele had never felt so wonton, so slutty, so feminine; the need for release was becoming overwhelming. Michele reached between their bodies and opened his flies and freed Gerald's cock from the prison of his trousers; it felt long, thick, and meaty.
The feel of silk and satin caressing her body, the stockings encasing her legs, the taste of lipstick and makeup, the smell of her perfume and the feel of the hard bodied man against her excited Michele. Michele pushed herself free of Gerald's embrace and lowered her face to his groin. She knelt on the bed and straddled his torso; her face to his groin and her buttocks raised; her legs either side of his head. Gerald pushed her skirt up and nibbled and licked her creamy thighs.
"Oh my god Michele it is so hard to find a woman who likes to do it the French way," Gerald groaned and lay back on the bed.
He kicked off his shoes and with Michele's help he shucked out of his trousers and underwear.
Michele had surprised herself; she had not planned to perform fellatio unless she was forced to do so but it seemed so right, a natural extension of their foreplay. And she felt an immense feeling of power; the man lying under her, begging for her to release him.
Michele tentatively licked Gerald's erection; then she kissed his bulbous glans and was pleased when he shuddered in expectation. She took the hard weapon into her mouth and suckled it, sliding her lips along the shaft. She lifted her lips from the turgid member and looked at the purple veins pulsing along the shaft and the engorged crimson glans; her lipstick was smeared on the shaft. Michele looked back into Gerald's eyes and saw his lust; a lust that she had invoked. A feeling of power and sexual energy surged through her. She lowered her face and traced the veins in his throbbing cock with the tip of her tongue and was delighted to hear him groan.
She kissed his fraenulum and Gerald pushed her mouth down onto his cock.
Gerald massaged Michele's buttocks through her satin panties and then she felt him pull the gusset aside, exposing her puckered sphincter. A probing finger explored her tight bud and then she felt the cold slipperiness of the lubricant as a finger pressed against the entrance to her tight entrance.
Her first instinct was to move forward away from the intruding appendage but as soon as it slid past her sphincter she began to feel pleasure and pushed back, encouraging him to drive his finger deeper inside her, stimulating that special place. As she sucked and slathered at Gerald's turgid cock she realised that she was not only enjoying the experience; she was in charge. This was so different than the other times. She was so excited. She wanted to be fucked.
Michele spat out Gerald's cock and she could sense his disappointment, but not for long. Michele spun around and straddled Gerald so that she was sitting astride him; her buttocks positioned above his rampant member.
She reached out and scrambled her fingers around the bedside table until she eventually found the lubricant and she slathered his phallus with the cold gel.
Gerald didn't even remove her panties; he simply pulled the gusset to one side and then slowly slid his entire length inside Michele until his scrotum rested against her buttocks. Michele grunted as Gerald's cock filled her, but she liked the feeling of the hard member crammed inside her and especially liked the tingling feeling emanating from her prostate whenever Gerald's glans rubbed against it.
Gerald gripped Michele by the hips and she began to ride him, slowly at first, stopping now and then to lower her face to his so they could kiss passionately whilst his throbbing cock was buried deep inside her. Michele slowly increased the tempo and as Michele rode him he held on to her hips and rose up and thrust into her as she impaled herself on his hard, thick cock.
Gerald pounded away at Michele as she rose and lowered her buttocks to meet his thrusts. She lowered her face to his and they gasped and groaned into each other's mouths, their tongues entwined and their teeth occasionally cracked together with the ferocity of the sex. Gerald had managed to shuck off his shirt and Michele raked his chest with her nails.
The fucking became a frenzy, Gerald jack-hammered his cock in and out Michele's tight anus and Michele, impaled on Gerald's hard throbbing cock, clung to him and wriggled and shook her buttocks. She thrust her hips down to match his strokes ensuring his full length penetrated her slick anal sheath.
Michele felt her orgasm approaching as Gerald howled and moaned with the rush of his own climax. Michele felt Gerald's cock convulse deep inside her as he filled her with his hot seed. Michele's cock was erect and rubbing against Gerald's stomach through the flimsy material of her panties as Gerald savagely fucked her. The pressure and friction induced Michele's own climax and she groaned in ecstasy as she flooded her panties with hot semen. Gerald's cock pounded in and out of her anus further stimulating her and she was wracked by the most intense orgasm that she had ever experienced.
Gerald's thrusting slowed down as his orgasm subsided until eventually Michele lay still on top of him with his slowly deflating penis buried in her anus. They continued to kiss and caress each other until Gerald finally broke the kiss and smiled up at her.
"And that is why I like to fuck trannies," he grinned.
"You girls know what men like because you have the same equipment," he spanked Michele playfully on the bum.
Gerald checked his watch.
"Sorry Michele I really have to go but when I need a nurse in future I'm asking for you. Don't worry I'll give a good report to the Matron; she likes to know how her girls perform," he laughed.
Gerald wriggled out from under Michele and reached for his coat. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from the pocket and lit one for each of them. Michele lay on the bed smoking, her dress still hiked up away from her semen-soaked knickers; not very lady-like but practical.
Gerald used a towel to wipe himself and then he pulled on his pants, zipped his flies, buttoned his shirt and stepped into his shoes; obviously he had somewhere he needed to be. He playfully threw the another towel at Michele.
"Here sweetie, clean yourself up," he laughed.
Michele wiped at her semen soaked panties and looked up at Gerald and made a quick study. He was a well-built handsome man in his late forties; obviously a professional and she would bet he had something to with the hospital, probably a doctor, administrator or an official of some sort.
He came over to the bed and kissed her; not quiet so passionately now that he was sated.
He dropped two pounds on the bed, put on his jacket and turned to leave.
"The room is paid for the whole night so enjoy it. The bar is covered too. Thanks very much Nurse Michele, you can guarantee I will want your services again," he winked and slipped out the door.
Michele scrambled off the bed and straightened her clothes. She picked up the two quid.
"Nah! Not a doctor; cheap prick!" she laughed to herself.
The phone rang almost on cue and Michele picked it up.
"Matron?" she asked.
"No it's Polly. Matron asked me to check on you and I just saw Mr Bramley leave the hotel. Are you ok?"
"Why don't you get your sexy arse up here and I'll tell you over a drink. And if you're lucky I might throw you a shag," Michele chuckled into the phone.
"Oh Nurse! How can I possibly refuse such a courteous offer?"
Michele hung up and began to pour two gin and tonics. She felt a stirring in her knickers as she though of herself and Polly together in that big hotel bed all night. She smiled.
"This might not be such bad lark," she grinned.
To be continued.
Michele Nylons ???????? michelenylons@msn.com