Say sayonara to Hinako

With that said, Hinako heads out the door. Now that she’s gone, you don’t have to worry about her catching you checking out the nurse. She’s a beautiful mature looking woman and looks to be in her late twenties, early thirties. She has curves in all the right places. Her breasts are medium-large and accentuated by her white nurse outfit that looks to be two sizes too small. Her skirt goes down to mid thigh and seems to be painted on, while her mile long legs are clad in lacy pink stockings. Her dark red hair is rolled up into a tight bun with a pair of chopsticks holding it in place. She lovely hazel eyes and luscious lips that you’re sure would feel wonderful wrapped around your tool. Everything about this woman’s body screams sex, and you’re very eager to listen.

“Hello, my name is Ami Miranai.  I’ll be giving you your checkup,” she introduces herself in a low and husky voice.  She closes and locks the door, then slinks over to your bed, making your sheets feel very confining.  She turns off the heart monitor and removes the clip from your finger, “we won’t be needing this anymore.  It’ll just get between us.”  Then she pulls off your sheets and instructs you to sit up.  You get up and turn towards her, dangling your legs over the side, trying to think of baseball and swimming in the arctic.  She pulls out a tongue depressor and instructs you to open your mouth and say “ahh.”  You oblige her, hoping your three day old breath doesn’t turn her away.  She gets uncomfortably close now, and takes a better look inside while allowing you to get a whiff of her perfume.  She’s hardly paying attention to your mouth at all, her eyes keep wandering down to your groin.  Just when it looks like she’s about done, she suddenly jams it a little further down, almost making you gag before finally pulling out.  She drops the depressor in a trash bin next to your bed saying, “you have excellent control over your gag reflex.  That’s good to know.”  She gives you a devilish smile, making you shudder involuntarily.

She pulls out a stethoscope next and says, “I need to listen to your lungs now.  I’ll need you to take off your gown.”  You hesitate, very self aware of the fact that all you’ve got on is a backless gown and a pair of boxers.  Ami walks around the bed so she’s behind you and takes the initiative.  You almost jump when you feel her hands on you back, first near the base of your spine then sliding it up, untying the knots as she goes.  “There’s no need to be shy around me,” she says, “you can be as. . . open as you want with me.”  She blows along your spine, making you shiver.  When she gets the final knot, she slides her hands over your shoulders, sliding the gown off.  She massages your shoulders for a while, her bust pushing into your back.  Finally she pulls her hands away, taking the gown and draping it over a chair.  She stands in front of you again and her eyes drink in your body.  “I see you take good care of yourself.  You have excellent muscle tone.”  You have heard women say plenty of things about your physique, but you never heard them use the word ‘muscle’ and ‘excellent’ in the same sentence.  You look down at yourself and are surprised to see that she’s right.  What used to be a flat stomach now shows signs of a 4 pack beginning to form, and your pecs have lost at least a full cup size.  All you did was sleep for three days, suddenly your CHARM has increased from pathetic to functional!  Violet said your link would give you power, but you didn’t think that would translate into any physical improvements.

Your reverie is interrupted by Ami’s hand brushing against your manlier than before chest running her fingers through your chest hairs.  “I hate Japanese patients, they have the body of a twelve year old,” Ami muses.  She suddenly remembered what she was here for, she pulled away to put on the stethoscope.  When the earpieces are in, she leans forward and reaches the end piece around you, “I’ll start with your back.  I hope you don’t mind,” she says in her sultry tone and puts the end piece on your back.  It’s cold and you start a little, brushing your nose against hers for a split second before you pull away blushing.  She doesn’t seem to mind and instructs you to take a deep breath.  You comply, taking in more of her intoxicating scent.  After taking a couple of breaths, she moves it around to your front, resting the piece against your nipple.  It’s still cold and causes your nipple to stiffen up.  A groan escapes your lips when she starts rubbing it in small circles.  She lingers longer than you think is necessary before giving the same attention to your other nipple.  She puts it on other parts of your chest, but she doesn’t seem as interested.  She finishes up listening and sets the stethoscope aside.

“Alright, your lungs check out.  Now I’ll need to measure your height and weight.  Please step over to the scale.”  You were afraid she’d say that.  You have a raging hard on from all the attention she’s giving you and standing up would lead to an embarrassing situation.  “Can’t you just guess?” you ask hopefully.  Ami smirks as she stares at your lap, “don’t worry, I’m used to patients getting. . . excited around me.”  She says this as she rests her hands on the bed on either side of you.  Her face is in yours again, her hazel eyes piercing into you.  “If you’re too embarrassed to walk around like that,” she slides a hand up your leg and into your shorts, “I’d be willing to help you. . . what’s this?”  A puzzled look crosses her face as she looks down at her other hand.  You think she’s talking about your erection but when you follow her gaze you are horrified to see her other hand under your pillow.  The same pillow that is currently hiding a ‘borrowed’ handgun underneath it.  Your pulse races as you try to think of a way to stop her without raising too much suspicion.  Her hand is moving further towards your potential doom, hurry!