Chapter 11 by Zingiber

Roll +HOT(+2) to MAKE HER BEG

Nurse Gloria Bates can't resist your teasing

"You wanted to talk?" you say, squeezing Nurse Bates' hand.

Your group's internship supervisor is the hospital's senior floor nurse, Gloria Bates. Maybe fifty, with a few silver threads in her dark hair. A gold wedding band. Instead of her usual whites, Gloria is wearing a scoop-necked blouse with a hospital ID clipped in, a pair of low-heeled pumps -- she's tall enough already -- hold-up stockings, and a dark knee-length skirt.

And no panties.

And her fingertip sliding along her lip, that must have been some kind of signal. But now that you're out in the corridor, she seems cool and professional again.

"Yes, Kelly," she says. She presses the UP button on the elevator and leads you in.

Your end-of-shift fatigue comes back for a moment, and you stumble on the metal threshold of the elevator. Gloria catches you as you fall forward. Your boobs are pressed closely together. Hers are soft and warm.

"Is everything all right?" Gloria says.

You nod, moistening your lips with your tongue while your faces are close together.

"I'm sorry, Nurse Bates," you say. "I am a little tired. I just tripped. I'm really all right."

You lean into her just a little too long before she sets up you straight. You lean back against the elevator wall.

Gloria presses the button for the top-but-one floor. She stands straight while you slump, looking at her with your face tilted down and your eyes tilted up. Your shower-damp hair is cold on your neck.

You wonder if you read Gloria's signals wrong. Jen had agreed that you were too dumb to be a real lesbian like her. But Gloria Bates had a husband. So did Brenda Box, the internship program organizer. But at the welcome party, you wouldn't have been able to tell from what Gloria and Brenda did.

Especially Gloria. Your supervising nurse had dived in between each new intern's legs and eaten her out to climax.

You run your little finger along your lower lip. Gloria blinks, shuffles her feet, looks away and then back at you. Bingo, so you weren't fooling yourself. You grab the front of your top, tugging at it, gripping the soft knit with clenched hands. Not actually grabbing your breasts, but pulling at the fabric right there. Gloria stares for a moment, looks away, and back to you.

The elevator signal chimes.

Gloria leads you to an office marked BRENDA BOX, COORDINATOR, EDUCATION OUTREACH PROGRAM.

"I'm borrowing Brenda's office," she says. "We just finished a meeting with some of her funders. Businesswomen who support the program."

"Kind of a fancy office for an education coordinator?" you say. There's art on the wall, big semi-abstract watercolors of flowers on white. There are fancy rugs on the floor. The desk and chairs are real wood and nice fabrics, and there's a big squashy-looking couch that you think might not be vinyl.

"Brenda was head of fundraising for several years," Gloria said. "Our program was her idea. Since she was so successful, the hospital board let her have her wish. And they let Brenda keep her fundraising office."

"OH," you say. You look around at the furniture, and it kind of looks set up for Brenda to hold court behind her desk. "Is it OK to sit on the couch?"

"That's fine," Gloria says.

You plant yourself at one corner of the couch. Gloria looks like she's going to pull up a chair, but decides to sit on the couch half-facing you. You breathe in. Leather, all right. You don't have any idea how much something like this would cost. It looks like it belongs in a big-city fundraiser's office, not in a hospital in a town like this.

Gloria asks you how Labor and Delivery is going for you, and general questions about the education and experience parts of the program.

"Pretty good," you say, "But the work on shift can be really hard, like today. I barely got to put my butt on a chair, except when I was spotting a nurse or unit assistant who was doing something I couldn't do. I think it's going good for me. Jen is really loving it."

"Do you think you're comfortable at Labor and Delivery?" Gloria asks. "Or the program in general? I was looking over your packet, and you didn't have an interview with one of the recruiters before you joined the program."

"Yeah," you say. "Jennifer told me about that. I mean, I didn't know until Jen pointed it out. Your program was mostly recruiting from sororities, and not just any sororities, but, you know, lesbian sororities? Is that what you mean?"

"Yes," Gloria says. She looks a little uncertain, which she never does when she's on one of the hospital wards. "Are you feeling comfortable in a primarily lesbian program?"

"Sure," you say, shrugging. "I mean, if the welcome party at Brenda's didn't make me run screaming, it sure won't bother me that Margarita and Olivia are lovers, that Anna is weird and kinky, that Dot flirts constantly, and that my best friend Jen is, well, bumping pussies with a different Labor and Delivery nurse or technician every few days."

Gloria raises her eyebrows at your language, but stops herself before she says the word on the tip of her tongue. Instead she takes a deep breath and nods. "Labor and Delivery is a lesbian stronghold," she says. "A rather active one," Gloria adds, looking up and to the side.

Looking up and to the side is thinking or remembering. You forget which side means which one.

You open your hands. "Jen's always been like that. She's really feeling at home there." You pause, tilt your head, and say, "I mean, I'm a little bit lonely sometimes. I'm a long way from home, and if Jen's out late, I can almost get jealous that she's getting all the attention, and nobody notices me." Except last night when you and Jen made it with the DJ, and then with each other. You hold Gloria's gaze. "I mean, not that I've noticed." You moisten your lips with your tongue.

As you're doing all those little things, letting your tongue peek out between your lips, running your fingers across your chin right under your lower lips, tugging at your top and shifting in your seat, Gloria seems to have more trouble finding words.

"So yes, I'm fine in the program?" you say, letting your voice rise. "And I'm fine with lesbians. Like Labor and Delivery? Or Brenda's program? Anyway, was, ahh, was there some other reason you wanted to meet me here?"

You tap the tip of your sneaker against the tip of her sensible dress shoe. Once. Twice. She sits up straight, then leans forward toward you.

"Was there, ummm, anything else you wanted?" you say, rubbing one finger back and forth below your lips.

This time you look straight at her knees. You know she's not wearing panties under her skirt. That's why you're teasing her. Is Gloria going to ask you for what she wants?

MAKE HER BEG. 8 + 2 = 10. On a 10+, Gloria begs for three things.

Roll +HOT(+2), including +1 Forward to MAKE GLORIA BEG. On a 10+, choose three things she begs you for. You can do what she begs you to do without asking or forcing her.