Head to the beach

You head to the beach. You enjoy the beautiful weather, and the feel of sun on your skin. There are some nurses sunbathing, wearing bikinis. Some are playing volleyball. You take in the view. Irina wasn't lying when she said all shapes and sizes. You see nurses of all shades, some older, as well as some in their 20's. They studied for years, and now they get to enjoy a beach at this hospital.

You take your shoes and socks off, and enjoy the feeling of warm sand in your toes.

"Mind getting out of my view" says an old, crochety voice behind you. You turn around, and look at him. He's very familiar looking, wearing a dark pair of sunglasses and a towel. He has a long, white beard and some odd looking tattoo on his chest.

"Do you speak English?" he says. You step out of his way. "That's better."

"I'm sorry. Yesterday I wasn't really able to walk. I didn't know I would be fucking nurses for a month. I'm a little bit out of it."

He looks at you. "What's your name son?"

"I'm John."

"Well what do you know, my name is John. Why don't you pull up a seat and you can tell me your life story."

"Sure" you say. "My life isn't really that interesting. I never had a lot of friends, because of my radical political beliefs."

"What's that?"

"Well" you take off your shirt and show your Louis Riel tattoo. "I believe ultimately, that imperialism must be stopped at all costs. The global economy functions from looting Africa. Governments of the world will admit to past evils in order to distract from current forms of oppression. That self-determination should be judged on a case-by-case basis because 20th century European states used self-determination as an excuse for genocide. I think that the workers-"

"Yeah, okay whatever. I've heard enough. Tell me about your sex life." He starts grinning. "Tell me something interesting, exciting. Everyone and their Grandmama has already read Neocolonialism: The Last Stage of Imperialism and How Europe Underdeveloped Africa. I don't need you to recite boring takes your twitter account. I want to hear about the fucking and the sucking."

"That's kind of personal."

"Kind of personal, look around you. I've fucked nearly everyone on this beach."

"You have?"

"Absolutely." He gestures to the towel. "My balls are so overproductive I need to cum seven times a day. I've had just about every nurse on the island in just about every hole or position. I'll probably die in this facility."

"Damn." You can't help but feel sad for this old man. Just perpetually fucking beautiful women until he dies. You also wonder if you'll share his fate. Unable to be cured. Living in a medical facility. He looks at you, maybe he notices the change in your mood.

"But listen, I got a rare kind. You, you're probably different. How many sessions do you get a day."

"Five. A groping and modeling with cumshot. A manual extraction, an alternative sex, full sex with condom, and full sex without."

"Bronze insurance, eh? Poor guy. I've got Gold."

"Gold?"

"I can fuck any nurse I want seven times a day, no limits. Well, I have to, but there are other benefits too."

"Such as?"

"Better food, access to all sorts of amenities, a private house, and access to the celebrities."

"Access to what?"

"The celebrities. Once a week, a celebrity comes and takes over for a nurse as part of their community service. Or just to give back. Charity or some bullshit like that."

"You're fucking with me."

"Not yet I'm not."

You look at him, not sure if he's joking or being serious. He smiles.

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in your holes. There's a gay facility I could have checked into. Anywho, you never told me about who you've fucked or sucked."

You sigh. You're not sure if you want to be honest with this guy or not.