You fall asleep in Nurse Bates' lap while she does paperwork

"Would you like a ride home, Anna?" Nurse Bates asks. She leads you down the hallway from Brenda Box's office, still holding you by the hand you were just using to masturbate while watching Brenda Box compelling her stepdaughter Betty Box to perform cunnilingus.

The hand you used to masturbate to a LOUD CLIMAX that triggered a hospital security alert.

You hope that a mistaken security alert from a SCREAMING ORGASM is less troublesome than more deliberate misconduct.

You hope.

"Yes, thank you, Nurse Bates," you tell her.

"I have some paperwork to do before I go. Is that all right, Anna?" Nurse Bates asks.

"Yes, I can let Dot know I'll be back later."

Nurse Bates sits you in a vinyl-upholstered chair in her tiny office. You're close enough to be rubbing shoulders. She has a little coffee maker and a big mug with a design centered on an old-fashioned metal lantern with radiating light beams and the words MY DAUGHTER GOES TO BRYN MAWR.

Nurse Bates starts the coffee machine and sits down in her swivel chair. It's a good chair, broad and armless with a nylon mesh cover on its back and seat, but scuffed on the corners of its five-armed rolling base. It looks too good for a hospital but not too good like Brenda's fancy leather, more like a chair from a pretentious computer company.

"Did you want any coffee or tea, or do you need the lavatory?" Nurse Bates asks you. Even sitting down, Gloria Bates is big and tall and full-busted. She has a sweet face and is pretty for a woman of fifty. You cannot understand why Kelly and Dot think she has resting bitch face. You imagine curling up on her lap. After a moment, she frowns and looks closely. "Are you all right, Anna?"

"Yes."

"Were you looking at my breasts?" she asks.

"Your lap."

Gloria Bates laughs. "Come sit, then," she says. She points to her white-trousered thighs.

You sit on Gloria's lap, your cheek against her breasts, your eyes closed while she types on her computer. A few tears leak from your eyes onto her blouse before you drift off to sleep against her warm bosom.

Roll +COOL(-1) to STALK Gloria Bates in her office in the evening: 8 - 1 = 7. You find her in public or there's trouble in your way.

A change in her breathing wakes you, blinking. Mama, you think but it's Nurse Bates whose warm body enfolds yours. Nurse Bates who is sucking on her fingers, the fingers of the hand she was holding yours with. She is tasting your vulva for the second time. Her nostrils flare. You close your eyes. She smacks her lips and sighs. You open your eyes and tilt your head up, seeking her lips with yours.

Gloria accepts your kiss. She tastes of coffee. You open your mouth wider and suck on her fingers. They taste of coffee and cunt. She wraps her other arm around your shoulders and holds you closer for a moment, then raises her head and gives a brief impatient puff through her nose.

"Anna," Nurse Bates whispers. "No. Not here. We should go. And you should wash your hands."

You meet her eyes and you raise your fingertips to her lips. She holds your gaze and takes your fingers into her mouth. She caresses them with her tongue. She licks each finger and the spaces between, bathing them with warm liquid. Her breath comes deep and fast. A fat drop of saliva overflows her watering mouth and threads down her chin.

"Let's go," she tells you. She locks her computer screen, lifts you off her lap and onto her feet, and leads you out of the office toward the parking garage, nodding to the unit clerk at the nurse's station.

"Ms. Bates, I'll have that for you tomorrow..." the clerk says. "Did you want...?"

Gloria Bates waves off the clerk's question. "No. Don't worry. Any time this week is fine. Or early next week. Good night!"

Nurse Bates turns away before the clerk can reply.

You follow her through the hallways and into the parking garage.

Nurse Bates raises her key fob and thumbs a button. Her car unlocks. She opens the door, lets you sit down, and buckles your seatbelt for you. She looks up over her shoulder.

"The walls have eyes," you say.

Nurse Bates nods, a tiny dip of her chin and a tightening of her lips.

She drives out of the parking garage and signals for a turn at the street.

You have 0 XP, +1 Hard, -1 Hot, -1 Cool, +2 Control, and know the CHARACTER MOVES Ass-Licking and Masturbate.