Gale visits the patients

Gale noticed the difference immediately. Most of the nurses in Japan wore the traditional white button up nurses outfit that used to be popular and fetishized in the West, but as a surgical nurse, she wore scrubs. Every time she leaned over to get a piece of equipment, check someone's blood pressure, or any other of her daily duties which caused her bend over drew the gazes of nearly every man nearby. Some pretended not to look, others; esp the older patients, stared with no shame. She was amazed at how much fun she was having in what normally a severely stressful job.

Gale made her way to the pre-op area to see her next patient, a middle aged man slated to have his appendix removed. "Yamaguchi-san? Konichiwa..."

"I speak English. Please don't cause me any more pain with your terrible Japanese." he said, a grimace on his face. Gale was a bit flustered and embarrassed. She gave a short bow of respect.

"I apologize. I am Gale, and will be assisting the surgical team today. I need to check your vital signs before the procedure and need to hook you up some monitors." He nodded, and stared at the ceiling. Gale stepped into the bay, and drew the curtain around them. She started to unbutton his gown, first the left shoulder, then the right. When she pulled the gown down, she was amazed to see the intricate tattoos of dragons, snakes, and koi fish covering his arms and chest. He was fit, but not muscular. She knew enough to know this was the traditional tattoos of a Yakuza, a Japanese gangster. She bit her lip. The Yakuza was extremely powerful in this country.

"Your tattoos are lovely." she said, leaning over him to turn on the monitors and retrieve the cables.

"You like my chest?" he said, casually cupping her right breast and lifting it from below. "I like your chest too." Gale froze, still leaned over him. She blushed badly as he started kneeding and fondling her. He sat up, his face close to hers, and whispered "If I wasn't in so much pain, I would fuck you right here on this hospital bed." She stood up, not meeting his gaze. She almost couldn't believe the words that came out of her mouth.

"If it helps distract you from the pain, you may continue while I get you ready." He smiled as she checked to make sure the curtain was closed, and that the other nurses were busy with their patients. Gale leaned over him again, attaching the monitors to the EKG pads on his body. His hand slipped into her scrub top and under her bra. She felt him pull her heavy breast out of her bra cup, and begin pulling on her tender, erect nipple. He slid his hand under her other cup, and pulled her left breast free as well.

"Its too bad you aren't lactating. In traditional medicine breast milk from a young woman has healing properties." Gale gave him a small smile, and lifted the front of her scrub top, exposing her exquisite breasts. The man sat up with a wince, and seized them.

"In the name of medicine, you can check if you want, but I don't believe so." He nodded, and took her right nipple into his mouth. Gale sighed, and held him to her by the back of the head. He pushed his sheets down. Her eyes followed the motion to see that he was fully erect, the tattoos extending down either side of his penis. He sucked her tender nipples, rubbed his smoothly shaven face between her breasts, and squeezed them with his hands. One of his hands slid between her thighs and cupped her vagina, the fingers parting her sex through her scrubs and panties. Gale debated jerking him off, but with what was as of now not a ruptured appendix that may do so with too much stimulation, she decided against it. Instead, she parted her legs and closed her eyes, listening to her coworkers walking around, doing their daily duties, completely unaware she was being molested by a gangster just behind the curtain.

Or so she thought.