On a 7-9, you have to get Brenda turned on.

As you cool your heels in Brenda's waiting room, you end up doing some remote control management via text message and a couple of phone calls. The rest of your nurse trainee class is doing just fabulous, thank you very much. Jennifer and Kelly are having a good day at Labor and Delivery. Anna and Dot have rotated into Occupational Therapy, and, with your warnings, have avoided crossing Ms. D'Arcy. You were hoping not to place any more trainees there, but there weren't any other units ready for them. Perhaps that will end up being for the best, if fiercely serious Anna and aw-shucks Dot leave Ms. D'Arcy with a good impression of the program. Unlike Margarita and Olivia, Anna and Dot don't really have a thing going with each other.

So at least things aren't getting worse, and your job isn't under threat right now. You shake your head.

The door to Brenda's inner office opens. Margaret Tallifer and Frieda Pogue step out. Brenda bids them goodbye with kisses on each cheek. You don't see any obvious evidence of disarranged clothes or make-up, but their eyes are all looking a little bright. You feel a vibration like something sexual must have happened during that long meeting behind Brenda's closed door.

You're not sure if you're jealous, envious, or just excited by the heavy girl sex vibes radiating from Brenda and her gal pals. Or if you're just imagining it all. You sigh. Money and sex make the world go round, or at least make it possible for dedicated professionals to have a roof over their heads to get things done. Ahem.

"Oh, hello, Gloria," Margaret says. "So good to see you again. I'm sorry we didn't have longer to get acquainted, especially with the trainees. But I'm glad we spent some time together at Brenda's."

You feel warmth on your cheeks. Your mouth waters, remembering the taste of Margaret's vulva, salt, broth, and B vitamins. You rise to greet them. "Yes, good to see you again, Margaret," you say. "And you, Frieda." You nod, remembering Frieda's tastes, the yogurt, cheese, and sweetness between her labia, the bitter burnt gravy of her anus, recalling Frieda's intense orgasm with your tongue penetrating her anus and your fingers in her vagina. You swallow and cough.

"Have Brenda let us know if you'll be coming through San Francisco," Margaret says.

Frieda nods and smiles. "Yes," she says, co-signing the invitation.

The two depart, chatting with each other about quarterly and yearly metrics, fundraising and promotion, and the logistics of setting up a business internship program similar to Brenda's nurse training program.

"How can I help you, Gloria?" Brenda asks.

You nod to her office door.

Brenda laughs. "Come right in," she says, ushering you in and closing the door behind you, then turning the lock.

There's a clear scent of female arousal and a little undertone of rubbing ****.

Brenda smiles, seeing your twitching nostrils. "It's a little stinky in here, after we all jammed out with our clams out," she says. "But I didn't think you'd mind."

You nod, owning up. "No," you say. "I like it."

"You're my kind of woman, Gloria," Brenda says. "So how can I help you this afternoon?"

"I was hoping to get your help or suggestions getting Margarita and Olivia placed again," you say. "Labor and Delivery would be perfect, but Jennifer and Kelly still have a couple of weeks there. I'm wondering if you had any thoughts about where to place them in the meantime."

Brenda offers a couple of suggestions. Though her words seem calm and straightforward, you hear little catches of tone. She's teasing you. You take a deep breath and start teasing back.

"Those are good suggestions, Brenda," you reply. "The mobile outreach group, or even helping with the preparation for the next group of trainees. Tell me, did you do any personal interviews of the candidates before they were selected?"

"No, Gloria," Brenda says. "We recruit across many campuses, so this time I didn't get to see them in person until after they were selected. But I did get in-depth reports from our recruiters, you know, from my old sorority, and like-minded ones."

"Reports?" you say. "Did they include gynecological pictures?" you ask.

"Only..." Brenda begins. "Only some of them, I mean, and only with the personal reports. not with the official application packages."

"You must really enjoy your work," you say. You take a deep breath. "I'm glad I can be part of it. Did you like watching me at the party?"

"Yes, Gloria," Brenda says. "And with Frieda and Margaret. I love watching you lick pussy. Yes, and watching you lick ass. I'm so happy Maggie sent you my way."

"If you're still in the mood this afternoon, I'd be happy to do more than show you," you say. "May I go down on you?"

"Yes," Brenda says. She unclips the waistband of her slacks. "Yes, Gloria. And I love that you wore your whites."

Brenda must be in a constant buzz, walking through a hospital full of women in nursing uniform. Of course that's true of you, now. But the nurse you crave the most is still Julie. Soon, you promise yourself.

"I want to taste you, Brenda," you say.

"Yes, Gloria, yes," Brenda says. She shimmies out of her slacks. Her panties have a definite damp patch in the crotch. Off they come. Brenda sits back in her chair and spreads her knees for you, exposing her swollen, glistening labia.

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