In a hospital bed, where else?

Sheri had to leave Maximus in the receiving area, EMT's weren't allowed past it without good reason, especially when Karen was around.

Karen had called for someone she hoped would be the person least interested in Maximus, a heavyset female nurse in her 60s who regularly entered amature bodybuilding competitions.

Pam kept her hair in a short pixie cut, and regularly went out of her way to block any man who she thought was being too pushy or rude to women in her presence. They usually backed down from a woman who could probably beat them up with one hand, or so most feared.

Everyone who met her or worked with her thought she was a lesbian.

They were partially correct, in that Pam was bisexual. But they were entirely wrong in all the ways they applied the idea.

Pam had been born Peter Sutton, and changed her name and identity to Pamela in her 20s when she decided it fit better. She'd moved hundreds of miles away at the same time, and built a new life in this town, cutting all ties with her former life. No one, even her parents, knew what had happened to her, but they'd died 20 years ago and hadn't cared when she knew them. They'd kicked her out on her 18th birthday with little beyond what she could carry in a backpack, and the year of staying with school friends (who thought she [then he] was gay) had been some of the worst times in her life. She didn't let herself hate those former friends, but they'd blackmailed her into giving them blowjobs (they were also gay, if far more circumspect about it) by implying that they'd reveal her secret. Which was not as dangerous a secret as the one she really had, but it would have gotten her in trouble in that town.

After scraping together enough cash to make the trip, she'd essentially fled and never looked back, feeling well rid of that place and it's bullshit rules.

She'd done the work to become a nurse, studying as she worked a job while training. Now, Pam had a rewarding job as a nurse, and plenty of money to have fun when she wanted, courtesy of mild internet camsite fame where her muscular yet curvy (she'd gotten implants and some hormone therapy before becoming a nurse) appearance and relatively large cock drew plenty of people interested in that kind of thing. She'd even fucked a few on camera, both men and women...and other people who like her were outside the traditional binary gender identities.

She met them at least 100 miles away from her home in a rented room, and always wore a mask that fully covered her head, so none of them knew her real identity.

For the same reasons, she always made sure to connect and stream to those camsites through a VPN that put her location somewhere in South America.

Pam looked at Karen stoically, ignoring the patient covered only by a blanket, clearly with some kind of sex toy stuck on his dick. In Pam's professional (if secret) opinion, this fool had probably suffered an injury trying to use a penis pump, and the damn thing was stuck. Then he'd panicked in fear at potentially losing his precious cock and had to be sedated. Granted, she didn't want to lose her dick, it was both fun and made her money. But still. There were worse things.

Her assumed scenario would explain the mildly pissed off look on Karen's face, that fool and the idiots in her church were vehemently against any kind of sexual activity that wasn't heterosexual (and for all she knew, missionary position). And Karen bought into that BS. Always had done.

Pam thought a lot of people were fools.

"Take him to room 5 and set up a saline drip, he's dehydrated."
Pam raised her eyebrows perhaps a millimeter, but Karen noticed.
"Sheri said they found him in a pool of cum, ****. Said he must have dehydrated himself masturbating... The silly cunt."

Ah there it was.

Karen had never been able to resist a dig at Penny and Sheri, two of the best-looking women in this town. Pam thought perhaps it was jealousy, as Karen wasn't in their league. Although she was looking better today, had she lost weight? Was that an actual curve?

Pam tended towards harsh criticism, at least mentally, of anyone who didn't stay in at least decent shape. She'd started bodybuilding to get a better figure for her cam shows, but stuck with it for the high it gave her.

Pam had almost broken her taboo against sleeping with anyone in this town for Penny - that size queen had actually contacted her via camsite once, trying to set up a meet. Maybe she'd hoped that the variety of a woman with a cock could get her off when size alone couldn't?

Well, either way it was best not considered, as Pam regularly fantasized about fucking Penny when she needed fuel to show off on cam. Getting hard while at work was something she never wanted to happen, even with her cock strapped down securely. Damn straps were uncomfortable when she got aroused. Fucking uptight society filled with fools.

Mental grumbling well underway, Pam wheeled the fuckwit into room 5 and prepared to call Karen several well-worn names when she discovered the truth of the matter, and had to wheel him back to an operating room to get his dick unstuck.

She was very surprised upon removing the blanket.

Pleasantly surprised. This guy was cut.

And very well endowed.

No rules against looking while she worked. Fuel for later.

Grumbling changed into pleased humming as she washed the patient down and got him into a hospital gown.