Being thorough never killed anybody.

After shaking a towel through your shaggy hair for the last time you slipped on some boxers and old jeans from sometime you left them on the floor, you belted them and grabbed a t-shirt hanging off your dresser which happened to be labeled with your favorite magician Mr Houdini, you finish your morning routine by quickly grabbing a piece of buttered toast and a chug of milk from the bottle before marching out the door.

You still felt pretty bad even though you kinda warranted the symptoms after the hard night you had before. None the less, as a thinker you often wanted to be sure of the facts. And your personal health was no joking matter, so you drove down to the local clinic on Craigs street. And rapidly approached the nurse at the front desk, all the while feeling another headache coming on. The nurse herself was cute and quite friendly as she asked you what you needed, carefully putting all your information into her system and doing her job beautifully. All the while your gaze continued to admire her, she was a auburn haired lady, and her white scrubs were buttoned loosely around her neck, showing a delicious hint of her collarbone. It sinched inward at her waist, revealing that she also had while hips and mighty milkers as well. The girl had stylish black glasses and tight yoga pants on.

Nurse Amanda Addams seemed to stare intently at the screen very diligently as the patient gave her his information, she didn't notice his stares, not that she would mind them, she enjoyed the stares of men upon her lithe body. She knew what she had, and arched her back more and turning herself towards the man before her, her lighting blue eyes kept glancing at his assuring him it was okay to stare. But he seemed to look away unsure of himself much to her disappointment.

Not for long however as Amanda's fingernails had started getting caught in the keys as she tried to type up his information, she should never have come to work with such long nails. It made it harder to do everything, so she frustratingly tried harder to more carefully type with just the tips of her long nails, but inevitably one cracked, and she yelped in pain. A cute little "eep" which she wasn't accustomed to at all, before bringing her damaged nail to her mouth and sucking the pain away. Hearing a moan from a crossed the counter her attention is brought back to her client as she let's her skillfully made up lovely eyes stare into his, her finger perched between her lips. The boy moaned again and she suddenly had a devious thought to suck on her finger a little harder. She felt her lips pull at her finger as she teased him and grow more and more tender. In fact her lips seemed to swell, and became bee stung as she finally drew her saliva coated digit from her accommodating mouth. Ben gulped audibly.

She turned to him as her latex nurse uniform stretched over her curves, and looked deeply into his eyes, leaning forward slightly so that her large breasts would press enticingly against the confining fabric of her scandalously low cut bustier. She looked at her client and opened her rose red lips, running her soft tongue over her lower lip before asking him. "Do you have any persistent symptoms?" She arched her eyebrow as she vibrant eyes slowly trailed down your body and settled somewhere below the desk, seemingly drilling holes with imaginary x-ray vision right where your crotch should be. She looked you back in the eye and smiled "Can I help to alleviate some discomfort?"