Have Sonia Rubin play nurse

Gary agreed to come over to Sonia Rubin's house to have sex with her and let her husband Josh handle his cock, but he had his own special request.

Mrs. Rubin's voice carried over Gary's mobile phone. "What did you want, Gary?"

"Well, if Dr. Rubin is playing doctor," Gary said, "and I'm gonna get a physical, how about you be nurse. Didn't you say you used to be a nurse?"

"Why, yes, Gary," she said. "I still have my old uniform. It might be a little tight."

Dr. Rubin laughed. "Of course," he said. "I'd love to have Sonia as my nurse again. That's how we met."

"Ooh!" Sonia said, as if she'd been pinched.

"I have to pick Bernie and my sister up at the mall in two and a half, three hours," Gary said. "Do you think it would still work?"

"Yes," said Dr. Rubin.

"Yes," Sonia said, "but hurry along. And if you could stop by the Clinique store on the way? I'll tell them to hold my order for you."

"On my way," said Gary. He clicked off his mobile phone and plugged it into the charger attached to the cigarette lighter of the Super Surf Van. In fact, there was a stack of plug and plug extenders attached, with the wires mysteriously disappearing into the dashboard or under the carpet. At least nothing gave him shocks.

"Ga-reee!" the clerk at the Clinique store greeted him. After having picked up Sonia's beauty supplies many times over the last several months, the girls who worked the store were getting to know him. Today it was Tasha Narionov, a tall blonde with perfect skin and a flat, square Russian face. "Bethany say you have girlfriend now. Yes?" Tasha's eyebrows arched. "Why you spend your time playing fetch with mom's golf friend?" She turned round and bent over to retrieve Sonia Rubin's package from a lower cupboard.

"Hi Tasha," Gary said. "Um, yeah, I've been going out with Naomi Bernstein for a while."

"Good skin," Tasha said. "Beautiful hair. Bring her." She turned around and set Sonia Rubin's bag on the counter. "Boy at beauty store must bring girlfriend. Where is she?"

"She's at the mall with my sister," Gary said.

"So buy something for her, not bored naughty housewife," Tasha said.

"Tasha!" Gary protested.

"Is true. You should have seen who was picking up her orders last year. At least try sample. Here, peach exfoliator? Lavender neutralizer?" Tasha thrust a handful of samples at Gary. When he looked bewildered, she unfolded a second bag and packed it up with the samples. "For your girlfriend," she said. She put in a folded brochure. "Guide. Now go," she said. "Mustn't keep sugar mama waiting."

"Tasha!!" Gary cried.

She laughed. "What can I do? Is true." She smiled at him.

Gary shrugged, shook his head, took the bags and left. The bell over the door jingled as he went out.

He parked the Super Surf Van in the Rubins' side driveway. They had a corner house with two entrances, and they didn't use the second one themselves. He left Tasha's sample bag on the passenger seat and walked up to the front door. Sonia was waiting, dressed in a white nurse's uniform from cap to shoes. Her curly hair, usually flying every which way, was pulled back into a tight bun. The dress was creased from long being folded up, and too tight across the butt and breasts. Sonia had left the top button undone, and he got a good look at her deep cleavage.

"Hi!" she said, and winked. Then she dropped into character. "Gary Menard?" He nodded. "Very good, your appointment is quite soon," she said. She led him into the house and to a small office near the front door. "If you will wait here a moment," she said. "Oh, let me take that." She leaned over toward Gary to take the Clinique bag, and her barely-contained breasts jiggled under his nose.