Sexy nurses, sexy doctors, sexy patients

I took a stroll around the various pools and quickly realized the downside of being at a location normally reserved for the rich and powerful: If I wanted to get laid by somebody new it would have to be members of the staff; Buggy, Cabaji and Mohji all made it into the top ten of the hottest guests on the island.

That said, the staff did not disappoint. A place like this could afford to hire not only qualified, but also good looking folks to treat their guests.

Sadly whoever was in charge of hiring seemed to expect mostly female customers: Most of the waiters, masseurs, bartenders, lifeguards, pool-attendants, cleaners, concierges and even maids were hunky men.

Then there was security. In terms of looks they could keep up with the guests, but it was obvious, that before they had been hired and put into suits, they had been called thugs. Next to most entrances and all doorways meant for personnel they stood. Unshaven, barely concealing their guns, revealing missing teeth, when speaking or otherwise opening their mouths.

That finally enabled me to stop thinking with my dick for a while. If Crocodile bothered hiring this many armed guards, this meant, that this place was a front for something he cared a lot about.

And I had no idea, what it could possibly be so my curiosity was awakened.

Now I was no longer looking for nice asses and tits, I paid attention to where exactly security was stationed and the initial findings were frustrating: From what you could tell, they were guarding the places a reasonable business owner wouldn't want random people to wander into: kitchens, storage rooms, supply rooms, personnel facilities, the backstage area of a theater, boiler rooms and oil tanks.

“It's normal that when I want to go through a guarded door, I'm not stopped in any way beyond somebody truthfully telling me, why random people would not be allowed through.”

“Uhh, we're not supposed to let guests into the kitchen. They get in the way of the cooks.”

“Only the janitor is supposed to go into the cellar. There's like dangerous machinery there.”

“This hospital is reserved for Baroque works.”

Huh?

I had attempted to enter a relatively small building through a back door, when the man had addressed you. He was huge, easily twice the size of captain Smoker, had a big bushy beard and a head of unkempt long dark hair. He wore a nametag, that was mostly obstructed by his crossed arms. I could only make out “Rube”

Noticing your look, he said to himself in a tone, that suggested, that this wasn't the first time: “I should not have said that.”

“What's Baroque works, Ruben?”

“Listen, young man. I don't want you to get into any trouble, so I'll only tell you to keep your distance from Baroque works, we're talking about THE criminal organization in these parts. Also my name isn't Ruben. You can call me Mr. H.”

“What is a crime organization doing with a hospital?”

“I'm just one of the Millions. Miss Ziegler told us to guard the island, so we're guarding the island. I'm not risking Mr 13 and Miss Friday showing up, by asking questions. I heard, that they've shut down Whiskey Peak, because Miss Wednesday went rogue.”

“So this Mr 13 is the boss of Baroque Works?”

He laughed heartily: “No, the Unluckies are just the enforcers. Here on Kyuka Miss Ziegler is in charge of us agents and Dr. Amari is the official mayor. But the boss of Baroque Works is Mr. 0.”

“Oh, so those are just code-names. Can you tell me, who Mr. 0 is?”

“Hah! No chance my loose lips will get me in trouble there! I don't know who Mr. 0 is and after Miss Ziegler warned me, that I might find out, if I asked the wrong questions, I stopped asking questions and thinking about it.”

So this Miss Ziegler could answer his questions.

“Can you tell me, where I could find Miss Ziegler?”

“Not sure. She's the head nurse and yesterday three agents came in and even if she has free time...”, he bent down to whisper into my ear, even though the street was empty, “I think she's sleeping with Dr. Amari.”

“Okay, thanks!”, and off I went.

The hospital was quite empty. The three agents the doorman had mentioned could well be the only patients in the small building. I walked all the way from the back door to the front entrance, without encountering a single soul. Finally I found someone: Right next to the door was a front desk. Behind a glass pane young man in scrubs quickly started pretending to work, when he saw me.

Then I could see him remember in real time, that I had come from the wrong side and that nobody was supposed to be in there and he slowly got up.

Right, I could enter, but I could still be thrown out.

“Relax, I'm allowed into any building I've managed to get into.”

“What?”

“Yeah, that's normal.”

He relaxed instantly: “Sorry, seeing as you're already in here, I assume you know why we have to be a bit strict in who we let in here.”

“Yeah I'm looking for either Dr. Amari or Miss Ziegler.”

The young man opened a door behind him and shouted in: “Pharah and Angela still with the patients?”

“By now they're probably sucking face. It's not like those three were in that bad shape”, a female voice answered.

The young man turned back around: “So you have to go down the hallway you came from, second room to the right has no number on the door, but looks like a normal room. Instead of a bath it has a stairway to the second story. Patients are in the first three rooms to the left. If the doctor and Miss Ziegler aren't with them, check the last room on the right, but knock, before entering, if you want to live.”

Perfect.

I followed the directions to the secret stairway, thinking about through how much trouble these people went. The second floor didn't have windows, so the fact it even existed wasn't immediately obvious from the outside. It stood to reason, that it was reserved for those agents, who had an active bounty or could be actively wanted by the marines.

Long before I reached the last door on the right, I could hear, why I was supposed to knock first. To their credit, it did sound, like they were trying hard to be quiet; all the noises that came from their mouths were muffled, anytime there was slapping, it stopped quickly and it even sounded, like they made the effort to stand in the room freely, instead of laying down or leaning at a wall.

That said it was still very much obvious that in this room were two horny women pleasuring each other.

I thought for a moment about the best possible phrasing, before I said to myself: “The normal reaction to a harem girl walking in on one or more women masturbating or having sex, is to offer the harem girl to join.”

And I entered.

Jackpot!

I didn't care which was which, but Miss Ziegler and Dr. Amari were like vanilla and chocolate: One an almost pale blonde, with a thin body, but nice tits, the other was a dark skinned, amazonian beauty, her body was tight from regular workouts but not lacking in the chest either.

The dark skinned one was wearing a clinically white cloak, while the blonde was wearing blue scrubs, so you guessed, the former was Dr. Amari. Neither had bothered to take off any of their clothes, their hands busy in each others pants.

As they were fervently kissing they took some time to notice you, when they finally did, they stood stock-still, the blonde noticeably blushing.

Finally the dark one spoke up: “You can join or wait outside, but you have to close the door.”

So you closed the door behind you.

“Pharah, what are you doing?”

“She's hot and this way she won't squeek on us.”

Interesting. I expected for my invite to be handled as if it was, well, normal.

“I guess you're right. This is Pharah Amari, I'm Angela Ziegler. Who are you?”

She came around quickly.

“I'm Tsuki”, I answered, while taking my shirt off and before they could protest, that I should keep my clothes on, I continued, “You shouldn't worry about getting caught, since normally people aren't judged for having sex with me.”

“Fuck it”, Angela said, taking off her scrubs. Pharah followed suit, but she sternly pointed her finger at you: “Don't take too long; Angela and I are the most important people on this island, you can basically expect us to get interrupted within the next ten minutes.”

“We'll see about that.”

I dropped my pants to reveal my already standing probe to the amazed doctor and nurse.

They let go of the last pieces of clothing and I pulled them towards me and kissed first the lean blonde and then the busty brunette.

“Fuck!”, they said in unison and proceeded to make out, while I maneuvered us to the wall and lined my dick up with the doctor's pussy. They were both plenty wet from playing with each other and so I didn't have to bother with foreplay and instead thrust my entire length into the dark pussy. By doing that I pushed her into her lover which caused their breasts to squeeze together, creating an absolutely gorgeous sight. Angela, who had been fondling her girlfriend had lost her grip on her breasts, when you pushed her to the wall, started reaching around for something new to hold onto, as you fucked Pharah into her, until she finally got a hold of your tits started groping and squeezing them as if her life depended on it. In turn I moved my hands up from Pharah's toned ass until I could feel both of their tits. She was already worked up and soon I felt the telltale clenching of an oncoming orgasm around my dick.

“FUCK!”

She finally broke the kiss with her lover to vent her pleasure and I wasted no time. While she was still dazed from cumming and couldn't muster any resistance I pulled out, grabbed the two woman and spun them around, so that now Pharah was leaning with her back against the wall and Angela had her lovely ass facing your way. With your dick wet with the doctor's juices I couldn't resist and horny as she was Angela didn't offer any resistance either as I rammed into her rear.

“YES!”

Adding the foreplay the two had been busy with, when you had come in, having her lover pressed into her as I made her come and now with me pounding her ass and I was surprised, how long Angela lasted. Then Pharah got her hands in between them and started playing with the nurse' right nipple and her pussy and almost immediately she slumped down on your cock hard and drenched the doctor's fingers as she came with a strong, squirting orgasm.

“Oh, so you're already back for more. Do you want, what I gave her?”, I teased Pharah.

“Fuck yes!”

I pulled Angela off of my dick. She was fully out and fell to the ground.

“Get on top of her!”, I ordered, while kneeling over her head. Pharah obeyed and got into a 69 position.

“Make sure, she'll be in good mood, when she wakes up”, I said and pushed my cock past her sphinxter. Pharah's scream was muffled, as she already had a mouth full of pussy.

As you pumped away, the room was surprisingly quiet. Even when Angela came to, she only moaned for a second, before you could feel her going to town on the pussy in front of her face and so the only sound that filled the room was the rhythmic slapping as you drove Pharah into Angela's cunt.

And just as she was about to cum, the door opened.

In the door was a woman with lemon-blonde hair wearing scrubs and bandages, identifying her as a patient, as well as a yellow, bowl-shaped hat with an orange brim. She began to recover from her shock, but before she could leave I said: “It's normal that if someone wants to talk to someone, who is fucking, they'll just talk with them, and don't acknowledge the sex.”

“Dr. Amari, I just wanted to thank you for treating us. We'll make our way to Arabasta now.”

“Miss Valentine, no! There's a reason I prescribed you bed-rest for three weeks! Mr. 5 and you are to injured to be traveling around. Unless you're telling me, you've miraculously recovered you go to bed this instant!”

“Dr. Amari, do you know, who I'm working for? I can not afford to wait any longer! Mr. 5 and I will have to finish our recovery on the way.”

“You'd need to be at full strength to operate a ship on your own. NoOOO!” That last part was due to the good doctor cumming her brains out.

It seemed that with her doctor not responding for the moment Ms. Valentine saw the conversation as over and again turned to leave.

“Suck my dick!” By now I was finally close and I would not accept going without cumming.

“Excuse me?”

I sighed. “When a woman ingests my cum, she'll be in peak physical shape within at most two minutes. Suck my dick, drink my cum, recover and this argument is over.”

And that was all the explanation needed for her to get on the floor on top of the doctor, whose pussy Angela had not stopped eating, and licking my dick, that I had just pulled free from her ass.

While I did like that, I was really close, so I grabbed her head **** my cock down her throat. I kept facefucking her for a few seconds before erupting directly into her stomach. Her gulping to make sure every last drop would be ingested provided a nice massaging sensation.

When I pulled my softening dick out I expected her to cough, after all my dick was anything but small and I hadn't exactly been gentle. But instead … nothing.

She gave you a look, that indicated, that she was just as surprised until only a few seconds later understanding showed on her face: “It's already working! Nurse Ziegler, could you help me get these bandages off?”

There was a clear popping sound as for the first time in quite some time Angela's mouth separated from Pharah's pussy just long enough for her to say: “Scissors' in the first drawer.”

I found them first and started by cutting off her scrubs. At first you were surprised at her total lack of response, until you saw, that underneath was a bandage around her entire torso.

Only when after cutting those off, I started groping her breasts, which were the size of large oranges, did she realize, that I did not really belong: “Wait a second. Who the hell are you?”

“I wanted to know more about this Baroque works and why their men are guarding this island.”

You could tell, that Ms. Valentine was not thinking if, but how she was going to kill you and so you said the first thing that came to your mind: “My cum makes people do what I want. Normally it's stronger the less the victim knows about me.”

The effect was instant. The mafioso woman's demeanor shifted and she purred: “I should thank you for healing me”, as she bent forward to plant kisses down your body, starting at your nipples, over your stomach, on your cock and then leaving her head beneath your hips to lick at your pussy which was beneath it. With her mouth occupied she couldn't answer your question, but lucky me Pharah woke up,came immediately and pried Angela from her pussy, so she could recover. This meant her mouth was finally free and she answered your question: “The boss of Baroque Works and of this island are the same person: Crocodile. The agents believe, that the goal of Baroque Works is to instigate a revolution at the end of which Crocodile would be recognized as the ruler of Arabasta. I know however, that as soon as his coup has happened, he fully plans on throwing at the very least the lower level agents, the Millions and Billions, on the rail. In fact I doubt he even plans on actually being the ruler of Arabasta, with the coup only being a means to an end, though I don't know what end. So what I did was now that the final stage of his plan draws near I ordered as many agents here as I could, so they wouldn't be in Arabasta, when it all goes down. Right now I'm lying to them, that I'm acting on orders, but they'll thank me, when they read all about it in the news.”

“Fuck!”, I said, not only due to the information, but also because Ms. Valentine had gotten my dick hard again and deftly flipped her entire body over, impaling herself on it.

“How long will she stay like that?”, Pharah asked, who had gotten off of Angela to reposition and was now starting to scissor her.

“It depends. I would say, normally until they want to do what I tell them to anyway.”

“That's so hot!”, she moaned in response. Than she forcefully thrust her hips, pushing Angela's head beneath mine where she promptly resumed eating pussy.

I responded in kind, pushing Ms. Valentine towards Dr. Amari. They quickly started making out. It was awesome: I was groping Ms. Valentine's tits, she was grabbing Pharah's boobs, to pull her close, she in turn was holding one of Angela's legs up from time to time, but at least one hand was always squeezing her tits and the blonde nurse was reaching around blindly, sometimes holding onto my ass, sometimes pulling my nipples, sometimes fingering my pussy.

The four of us kept going like this for some time, until you felt, that not only was Ms. Valentine getting close to cumming, but with Angela working your pussy at the same time you were getting close to.

And so we did. Like Ms. Valentine and I Pharah and Angela were cumming hard and we all collapsed into a heap on the ground.

To my surprise Ms. Valentine got up to leave, even though I didn't want her to.

“Hey, get back here Ms. Valentine! We're cuddling.”

She stopped and turned to face me: “Please, call me Mikita... I'd love to stay longer, but if I don't get to Arabasta as soon as possible...”

“Then join my crew. I can protect you.”

“It's not that simple. If it was only about me, and if I really believed, I'd be somewhat safe with you, I'd join you in a heartbeat. But it's also about my colleagues. When we attacked these Strawhats with all the advantages you could want they still kicked our asses and by now they ought to be on alert for our next attempt to take them out.

Now don't get me wrong: My remaining colleagues are absolute beasts. However with this means, that there's a good chance, that they underestimate these rookies like we did. Add to that what Ms. Ziegler said, about Mr. 0 wanting to throw us on the rails, once he no longer needs us, and there's a good chance they need to be busted out of prison.”

“So that's it? You want to get your friends away from the marines?”

“Tell you what: This path of the Grand Line leads to Arabasta. When you get there look for the Spiders Cafe. If I can, I'll be waiting there for you to pick me up.”

And with that she left. My power over her had stopped working, when she started to want to do what I wanted her to: staying in here with me and joining my crew.

When Mikita was gone, Angela spoke up: “This question is a bit late, but: Who are you and why are you here? Like you didn't come to this island, because of Baroque Works.”

“I'm Tsuki, captain of the Ring Pirates. I thought robbing a Shichibukai would be a good way to quickly get a name for myself and earn some cash.”

“That's ballsy. I'd like to help you, because one: It'd draw Crocodile's attention from me, if he's still around after whatever goes down in Arabasta and two: I'd like to thank you for the sex.”

“We both would”, Pharah chimed in.

“You could”, I answered, “If people act on my behalf, even indirectly, it's normal that they aren't stopped and their actions are attributed to me unless I disavow them.”

“That makes sense”, Angela said as if it did, “I'll just order the Millions here to take all the money the guests have and carry it to your ship. You only have to give the sign just before you want to leave.”

“I'm so glad I fucked your brains out!”

“Please, come back any time!”

I made my way to find Alvida and intended to see Mikita off, but found there was no trace of neither her nor her colleagues she had come with.

You found Alvida in a pool, a swooning woman, who appeared to be a guest, was pulling double duty both keeping her head above water and massaging her breasts. I got out of my clothes and into the pool and greeted her with a kiss. She was a bit disappointed, when I sent her attendant away, but she forgave me, when I started whispering into her ear, what I've been up to and pushed her bikini bottom aside to gain access to her pussy.

The anchor was already lifted when Mr. H carried the last bag of money on board.

I had climbed up half way up the rigging. I had considered holding a speech to the flabbergasted onlookers, but quickly found, that I simply would not be heard over the wind and much more importantly the shouts of the crowd.

So instead I decided to wave my hat at the crowd and take a bow as the ship gathered way.

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Interactivity:

As you might have guessed, I am planning to introduce a musician to the crew. Now I will not take suggestions about their character, however I could use suggestions for music!

Just to make sure, we're on the same page: I fully intend on nerding out on the music. If you think I shouldn't, remember that we're talking about a property, where the author is such a nerd, that the fans could accurately predict the entirety of the Dressrosa arc, from the names of the involved characters (among the easier ones: Trafalgar loses his arm, Cavendish is a reference to Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde).

What I need, is songs that are about seafaring/piracy or circuses, but have few references to the real world. That last part is way harder than it first sounds like. Take for example language. In this chapter I used “throw on the rails” to mean “throw under the bus”, because trains exist in One Piece, but automobiles and therefor buses do not. This was an easy fix, since I was writing in prose.

When I'm writing lyrics or poems I'd have to consider metre and rhyming (in theory. In praxis I could claim that the text is in universe translated from a different language. An excuse I would like to avoid).

In future chapters I will include a side-chapter with no story, where I will explain all references to the real world I consciously put in the main chapter. I won't limit my references to music, but also philosophy and other topics, if I find a way to do so and the mood strikes me. Relevant discussion is welcome. I firmly believe, that philosophy off all kind should be welcomed in all forms of art and media, though I do also believe, that just throwing a thesis in the room is irresponsible and I have the ability to comment on it. Literally.

As for instrumental music: While I like to imagine a scene playing out with Morricone blasting, I am servery hampered by my ability to describe it with words that would do his music justice.

TLDR: Send me shanties and songs about cricuses.