She does indeed

“Gimme that,” she said, lowering herself to her knees, and began administering the best hand job I’ve ever had. All the girls in the waiting room watched in awe. “This is purely for medical reasons,” she added, then lowered her head and began to lap at my balls. After only maybe two minutes of this treatment, I felt I was about to cum. I tried to turn away from the quietly transfixed girls, but Mrs. Olivia’s hands wouldn’t allow me to turn away from my current trajectory.

“I’m about to… Ah… uh… ejaculate… Mrs… Olivia,” I explained to her as I once again unsuccessfully tried to turn away from my makeshift audience.

“Then stop squirming and just do it,” the nurse replied from between my legs.

I couldn’t hold it any longer. A powerful orgasm seemed to paralyze my body as I spurted cum all over the girls in the waiting room, including Sarah who still wore no clothes, and her magazine. A few of the girls whispered and snickered, but none made any apparent attempts either to dodge the load, or wipe it up after it hit them. One began lifting and examining a puddle on top of her thigh, and another began to quietly lick sprayed droplets off of her forearm. It had gotten everywhere, in the girls’ hair, on their faces, on their clothes, on their book bags. One girl who was being whispered to by another smirked noticing a long thread of sperm hanging off the whisperer’s eyebrow, and happily scooped it into her mouth. The girl who'd been whispering to her laughed as she eagerly licked her lips. Sarah brought her magazine down angrily. “Mrs. Olivia! You got sperm all over my magazine!”

Mrs. Olivia wiped the sperm off the magazine and lapped it up off of her hand. “Sorry Sarah, but it’s for the greater good. Besides,” she said, “That magazine doesn’t look particularly legal, not that it really matters these days with almost entirely women around.” She looked at the pictures in the magazine then playfully scolded her, “Sarah! Shame on you!”

Sarah grinned, "What can I say? I like what I like. I think my enema’s done, by the way.”

The stocking and panty clad nurse sighed and turned to me, and handed me a note. “Alright John, you should head back to homeroom now, you still have about fifteen minutes left. I’ll finish up on Sarah here. Don’t forget what I told you to do: drink, pee, masturbate, and come back here after second period, understood?”

I nodded yes, turned around and walked out of the nurse’s office, naked, and drinking from a bottle of water.