Tell Maggie. On a 7-9, you have to turn her on.

Maggie Baxter steps closer. "Did you have any questions?" your boss says, her breath on your cheek. Your nose tingles again. Cunt. You heart races and your face feels hot.

"Can I thank you...personally, Maggie?" you say. "I owe you my job. My reputation. Probably my career. Everything you owe Dorothea Stern, I owe you, and more."

"Your best thanks to me, Gloria, is to go on being my best nurse," she says.

You say, "Will you, I mean...would you welcome me? To the sisterhood?"

Maggie laughs. "It seems like Nurse Phillips did a very good job of welcoming you," she says.

"I want your blessing," you say. "You, Maggie. It would mean everything to me."

"I'm...touched, Gloria," Maggie says. "Is it really that important to you?"

You meet her eyes. "Yes. Let me taste you."

"Lock the door," Maggie says.

When you turn, Maggie is sitting in her office chair, bottomless, legs spread. Her fine blonde bush, sprinkled with white, rests above her delicate pink vulva.

"Eat me, Gloria," she says.

"Maggie," you say.

You kneel on the carpet and bend forward. She laces her fingers through your hair.

"Gloria," she says.

Roll +Hot (+1) to EAT OUT Maggie Baxter, Director of Nursing.