I really don’t want to get sued, or else I’ll lose my PENTHOUSE

“We’re nearly there, okay John?”

I was wearing a blindfold for some reason as we drove up to Stacy Mandel’s penthouse apartment. She was driving her car and transporting me over there herself. When I asked why I needed the blindfold, she just gave the same answer as always, that I needed to take things slow first before I’m ready to see the full picture.

I couldn’t help but think she was over exaggerating at this point. Seven years couldn’t be that big of a time difference, I highly doubt the world has changed that much that it’ll give me such a mind-breaking shock.

Well, whatever. Doctors orders. I wasn’t really in a position to argue about it either, considering that I may have accidentally pissed off Stacy back at the hospital.

For the past few days, while I was being examined at the hospital, Nurse Miranda had been... indulging me with her personal special penis check-ups.

She made it clear that she wanted it to be a secret between the two of us, and I'm not gonna lie, I wasn't planning on letting it stop anytime soon.

Her company has definitely been helpful in passing the time. If it wasn't for her, I'd probably be bored to tears with nothing to do in my own room for all this time.

All good things come to an end, however, as Miss Stacy came in one day to tell me the good news about how, besides the amnesia, everything else about me was perfectly fine.

While that was relieving to hear, it was definitely the wrong time to tell me, since she walked in right during one of my special check-ups with Nurse Miranda in a 69 position.

"The results are finally in! Besides the head injury that caused the amnesia, you should be perfectly healthy-" Miss Stacy happily exclaimed, only to be interrupted the moment she found Nurse Miranda sitting on my face as she devoured my cock.

The moment she entered the room, Nurse Miranda jumped off of me quicker than lightning, doing her best to cover and clean herself up as she fumbled her words.

“Doctor! I’m so sorry, I wasn’t expecting you to be here so soon! Mr. Doe, he needed my help, uh, assisting with a- uh- a problem with the-the-the bed and-”

I wasn’t exactly faring any better, dumbly covering myself with a blanket as I could barely form a word of excuse after being caught. “Uh- um- we were just- it’s not what it looks like or anything- we were- um-“

Miss Stacy was having none of it though, crossing her arms as she sternly glared into our souls.

Eventually, we just grew silent, knowing that nothing we said would really be a good enough excuse.

Pinching her forehead, Stacy gave a stressful sigh before gesturing the nurse to follow, “Miranda. I need to talk to you for a bit.”

Nurse Miranda could only squeak out a quiet “Yes, Ma’am,” before leaving the room.

“Lor-“ Stacy gave a frustrated cough, before pointing at me, “John. Stay in this room, and for the love of God, make yourself decent before we get ready to head out.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” I submissively nodded.

She closed the door on me, leaving me to suffer in the aftermath of my shame.

Just outside however, away from my ears, Stacy stood next to Miranda in the hallway.

Miranda did her best to not make eye contact with the doctor, fidgeting in place.

“Miranda, care to explain why you felt the need to take advantage of our Lord while he’s suffering from amnesia? You know that he doesn’t know any better.”

“I... I’m sorry.” Miranda immediately let loose, rambling on her confession, “It’s just, I’ve always wanted to meet him at least once and let him have his way with me or something, and it just felt impossible since I’ve never gotten to meet him before until now, and it just felt like the perfect opportunity with the amnesia- I thought it might make him happy and also maybe potentially bring his memories back- but I guess I went overboard since I loved the idea that he thought I was his first and only sex partner in his entire life so I couldn’t control myself when I was around him- he was just so cute acting so inexperienced and lacked any confidence in himself that I had to rock his world around and-“

“Stop.” Stacy commanded.

With a meep, Miranda silenced herself.

“How long has this been going on?” Stacy demanded.

“...ever since the day he woke up...” Miranda mumbled.

With a groan, Stacy massaged her temples, “Jesus, Miranda, are you serious?”

With a shameful bow, the nurse cried out, “I’m so sorry, Doctor! I know I shouldn’t have taken advantage of him! It was truly wrong of me, especially when our lord is suffering from his loss of memory!”

Giving a sigh, she gave a stern warning, “Look, if this was literally any other patient, you wouldn’t even have a job right now. Just be glad that it was Lord John you’ve been pleasuring. Knowing him, if he didn’t even have amnesia, he would have asked one of us to care of his libido anyway, and we all would have probably chipped in.”

“So you’re not going to...?” Miranda asked hopefully.

“No, I’m not going to fire you.” Stacy reassured dismissively, but then jabbed a finger to the poor nurse’s breast, “But this is your final warning. Lord John is in a **** position right now, where his fragile mind can’t possibly fathom the world we live in now. To him, he’s still just an average college student who’s lived an uneventful life back in the United States. If his mind isn’t fully prepared once he learns the truth about how he affected this world in the past seven years, he might become overwhelmed of this reality and go into another state of shock, or even worse, potentially lose his entire mind.” Pulling the nurse closer by the collar of her shirt, she asked grimly, “Do you want our Lord, our literal savior of this earth, to go insane and lose his mind?!”

“No! Of course not! I’d rather die!” The nurse insisted, completely horrified by the idea.

“Then don’t pull another stunt like that again!” She warned again, before letting the nurse go. Smoothing herself out and readjusting her glasses, Stacy continued, “He’s only been having sex with you for the past few days, right? There’s no one else?”

Miranda shook her head, “No, it’s only been with me.” Then she looked away embarrassingly, “And, technically, we haven’t had sex yet. I’ve just been giving him oral for a majority of the time.”

“Alright, good.” Stacy sighed in relief, “For now, he probably thinks you’re just some nymphomaniac nurse who’s taken a liking to him. Let him think that way for now. He can’t know how much influence he actually has until he’s ready for it.”

Let’s just... pray to dear God that I can prepare him soon before he finds out the truth for himself. Stacy nervously thought to herself, looking worriedly at the door of the room that held the man she worshipped and loved beyond all else.

“You’re mad at me, aren’t you?” I suddenly asked.

“Huh? What?” Miss Stacy responded, seemingly as if she was distracted by something.

“Are you mad at me? Be honest...”

“What do you mean? Why would I be mad?” She asked obliviously.

Shit, with this blindfold on, I wasn’t able to accurately gauge how she was feeling right now. Seriously, this sucks.

“Because of... you know... the thing that happened with Nurse Miranda.” I mumbled.

“Oh, that?” She asked absentmindedly, before reassuring me, “No, I’m not mad. Don’t worry about that.”

I can’t tell if she actually meant it or if she’s being passive-aggressive about this. Interacting with my sister long enough has given me a decent amount of understanding about girls. When they’re angry, they tend to express it in a very passive-aggressive way.

“I know I shouldn’t have let her.” I began to apologize, “I’m really sorry if I disappointed you or got you in trouble. It was just, I’m a horny guy who hasn’t had sex before, and she was an attractive girl that was extremely willing- I shouldn’t have done it, but I did, and I’m so sorry for it.”

To my surprise, Stacy actually laughed, “John, seriously! I’m not mad. You have nothing to apologize about. I know what you mean, I’m sure any other guy would have jumped at the chance if they were in your shoes.”

“For real? You’re not angry at me? Like at all?” I asked incredulously.

“I could never get mad at you. Deep down, you’ve always been a bit of a knucklehead at times. You didn’t mean to do anything bad.” She warmly said, “Besides, I already know that Miranda came on to you first, so it’s mostly her fault.”

Huh... alright then...

Well, at least I can rule out something between me and Stacy.

She was definitely not my romantic partner. Any girl would go ballistic if they find out their boyfriend was having sex with someone else.

That was kind of disappointing, to be honest. A part of me was hoping that Stacy was actually my future lover or something and she’s just been hiding it from me.

Ah well, I knew it was only wishful thinking from the start. What kind of smart, beautiful doctor like her would find a guy like me interesting?

“Miranda’s not going to lose her job over this, is she?” I asked worriedly, suddenly remembering that she might not be free from any consequences since she was a staff member in that hospital.

“Huh. I didn’t think you’d be worried about something like that.” Stacy murmured, seeming mildly surprised at my concern. But she continued, “Anyway, no. I’m basically covering her ass for her, so she should be fine. Just gave her a few warnings to not do that kind of thing again with any other patients.”

I gave a sigh of relief.

Phew.

Even though that nurse probably broke some sort of health and safety standard when she decided to pleasure me for a while, for all intents and purposes, she was a nice and decent nurse (at least when she’s not in cocksucking mode) towards me. Having her lose her job because of me wouldn’t have sat well, whether it was her fault or not.

Nothing to worry about though.

The drive over to her penthouse apartment was taking a while though, and the fact that I couldn’t take my blindfold off was absolutely killing me.

“You said that we were nearly there to your penthouse, right?” I started making small talk to pass the time, “Have I ever been there before, back when I didn’t have amnesia?”

“Oh yes, plenty of times already. You almost practically live there.” Miss Stacy replied cheerfully. “I’m actually hoping that you might be able to regain some of your memories once you get there, potentially.”

“Not a bad idea. I must come by often to hang out with you then if you say that I was practically living there.”

“Well, we definitely do spend a lot of time together, either to talk about work or otherwise.”

We do, do we?

Hm...

“I hope once we get there, you and I will be able to have a more in-depth and earnest talk with each other. I would like to get to know you again, and find out more about how we first became friends in the first place.” I awkwardly scratched my head as I confessed, “I’ll be honest, I sometimes have a hard time believing that you and I have that close of a relationship together. I mean... you’re a surgeon-scientist whose job it is to find cures for diseases and help fix faces and stuff. While here I am, some guy who most likely is stuck in a dead-end job trying to pay back his college loan debt. I really want to know how we met and became friends. It sounds like a one in a million chance story.”

“...yeah.” Stacy wistfully murmured to herself, “It was definitely a one in a million chance, wasn’t it?”

Heh, see? I knew it. She and I wouldn’t have been close friends otherwise if it wasn’t for some special circumstance.

“Um... Sure,” Stacy began, “Once we get back to the penthouse, I’ll do my best to fill you in on how we became friends. You’ll have to bear with me though, since we are trying to take it nice and slow here.”

“Right right, whatever you say, Doc.”

Doing my best to be patient until we get there however, was a completely different story. God, I never knew how much I relied on sight to entertain myself until I realized how dead boring a world of pitch black darkness would be.

“So, anyway, um... how much further until we reach your penthouse, anyway?” I asked.

“Should only be a couple of blocks further. Can’t be too long now. Traffic is just really bad right now, which is why it’s eating so much time.” She explained.

Pbbbbbhhhhht.

Uuuugh, this was so boring.

“Are you sure I can’t just take my blindfold off just a little bit? Just to keep myself distracted so that I don’t get bored?”

A sudden female voice from the opposite direction from where Stacy was randomly spoke up, “I could help keep you preoccupied until we arrive to our destination, sir.”

“AAGH, JESUS CHRIST WHAT?!”

My startled scream must have surprised Stacy and this other mysterious lady too, as Stacy suddenly slammed the brakes as the other voice gave a bewildered grunt.

“What? What’s wrong, Lo- I mean, John?!” Stacy called out to me.

“Who the fuck is in the car with me?! I thought I was alone back here!” I shouted.

“Woah, woah, it’s just me!” This random voice told me, “I’m Agent Parkins! I’m just the bodyguard!”

“When the hell did you get in here?!” I asked, still kind of freaking out.

“You didn’t know I was here? I’ve been sitting right next to you since we first got in Dr. Mandel’s car!”

“How the fuck was I suppose to know that?! I’m blindfolded! Why didn’t you make a sound this entire time until just now?!”

“I thought you already knew!”

“NO!”

Another random voice appeared out of nowhere right next me popped up, this time a male voice, “Would this be a bad time to announce my presence then?”

“FUCKING TITS!” I recoiled back after hearing the other voice, “ANOTHER ONE?!”

“You mean you didn’t hear us when we announced that we would be accompanying you to your suite?” The female voice asked me.

“Wait, what? When did that happen?!” I cried out, “I am so confused right now!”

“JOHN!” Stacy shouted.

I turned towards the only familiar voice of comfort. I still couldn’t see anything, but at the very least, I knew she was still there.

“Calm down, you’re not in any danger.” Stacy reassured me, “These two are bodyguards meant to protect us from harm. I explained that they’d be coming with us when you stepped inside the car, don’t you remember?”

“Did you?” I asked numbly. “I... I may have blanked out during that, I think... I guess I wasn’t paying attention since I was still caught up with the whole situation with Miranda.”

Shit, were these guys really in the car with me this entire time, and I literally didn’t even notice?

I am a fucking idiot if that were the case.

“Is... is there anyone else in the car with us or just you two?” I asked with a hint of nervousness.

“Just us two, no one else.” The female voice assured me.

“Yes, no cause for alarm, sir.” The male voice said.

“Okay then... Sorry then, for the fuss.” I sighed.

With everything calming down, everyone in the car took a deep breath and sighed with me.

“So, since I was dumb enough not to pay attention to the fact that two other people would be riding with us, could someone get me caught up?”

“Not a problem, sir.” The female on my right began, “My name is Agent Parkins. My partner here is Agent Donovan.”

“Greetings to you, my l- ahem, pardon- John Doe.” Donovan spoke up to greet me.

“We’re specialized bodyguards assigned to protect you and Dr. Mandel from potential harm.”

Bodyguards? There are bodyguards assigned to protect me?

“Wait, Stacy, does that mean these guys work for you?” I asked.

“Uh... I suppose, in a sense?” She answered in an unsure tone.

“Think of it like this, basically.” Donovan explained, “The good doctor here works for our boss, and our boss hired us to protect Dr. Mandel and her research. We basically follow her around everywhere to keep watch on her to make sure she’s safe.”

“Woah, really? How much of a big shot are you, Miss Stacy? You’re working for someone that’s rich enough to afford bodyguards to protect you?”

“Well, I suppose you can say I’m a important person of interest, yes.” Stacy answered modestly.

“Dr. Mandel is well known throughout the country for her breakthroughs in the medical industry.” Parkins continued, “She’s half the reason why we’ve practically cured AIDs at this point, as well as many other well known diseases.”

Oh, so they cured AIDs by 2026 then? Neato.

...

Wait, what?

“WAITWAITWAITWAIT- WHAT?!” I started freaking out again, “Stacy, you cured AIDs?! THE AIDS? As in, the AIDs that you get from having unprotected sex, and/or become born with?! That AIDs?!”

“Agent Parkins! Please refrain from telling him information that he’s not ready for yet! I’ve told you that John Doe is currently living in a 2019 world!” Stacy angrily reprimanded the bodyguard.

“Right! I’m so sorry, I forgot myself. Please forgive me, Dr. Mandel.” Parkins apologized, seeming to genuinely regret telling me the spoilers.

“Nope, too late, you already confirmed it yourself by getting upset at your bodyguard!” I was grinning like an awestruck idiot at this point, “You cured AIDs! That is flipping awesome! You must have saved the lives of so many people! No wonder why you got bodyguards protecting you!”

“Please, John, you’re starting to get the wrong impression of me.” Stacy laughed nervously as she tried to convince me, “In actuality, it wasn’t just me alone. I was working alongside my mentor with his team of researchers at the time, and he was the one who lead the project. If anything, I was just someone that helped move things along while my mentor did the actual discovering of the cure.”

I wagged my finger, “Ah-ah, no-no! I know you’re just downplaying your own role in all this, Miss Stacy! You can’t lie to me! You must have played a major role! Actually, let me guess-“ I paused a moment to briefly imagine the scenario, almost like it was in a movie, “Your mentor was struggling to find the missing link that could potentially form the cure he needs. While he was busy, you managed to find the discovery all by yourself and got so excited, you told him straight away. You got to testing, it succeeded, your mentor was so impressed with you that he promoted you right on the spot and decided you were too important to let anything bad happen to you. Your mentor is probably the one who your bodyguards work for, because he’s utterly convinced that you’ll be a major boon to his future projects, and now you and your mentor are probably worldwide celebrities because of it. AM I WRONG?”

“Definitely half of that was wrong, and was probably scenes taken from a movie, I think...” Stacy tried to correct me, but at this point, I was barely listening.

“Aw man, this is so cool!” I was practically gushing now, fawning over the fact that I was friends with the person who literally cured AIDs. “Let me get this straight here, not only are you licensed plastic surgeon and scientist (a famous one at that, might I add) at the young age of 22, but you’re also one of the researchers responsible to the discovery of a cure for AIDs... AND you’re personal close friends with me?” I asked with astonishment, “Me? John Doe, average guy with no special talent or noteworthy skill, probably lives in a crappy apartment, most likely working a dead-end job trying to pay off student debts I’m assuming, John Doe?”

I fell back into my chair, completely awestruck.

“Holy shit, my life sure got interesting these past seven years.” I started chuckling, “Do I ever brag about you to my family and other friends? I assume I do. You’re practically someone who should be recorded in history books for future generations to read about.”

Meanwhile, as I continued to gush over the fact that I was friends with someone who cured AIDs, Agent Parkin had leaned in closer to Stacy’s ear and quietly asked, “Did you tell him that he lived in poor apartment and was trying to pay off college or something?”

Stacy sighed, “No. I’m pretty sure he came to that assumption by himself. Lord John had a very common life before he began his career. It must be how he imagined he would end up back in his college days.”

“Wow. His lordship was like different person seven years ago.” Parkins looked back at the poor man with pity, “I hope he learns the truth soon and returns back to normal.”

“As do I... As do I...” Stacy muttered sadly.

The trio decided to stay silent, letting me continue gushing and have my imagination run wild as we steadily made our way to the penthouse apartment.