To get “processed”

John takes you back downstairs to an area that you haven’t seen yet. It was a white tiled room with cabinets, a sink, chairs, and a couple beds. If it weren’t for the obvious, you could have sworn it was a nurses office ripped straight out of a suburban high school. Behind a desk sat a nude fifty-something woman who was doing paperwork and seemingly listening to some kind of podcast coming out of her phone speakers. She noticed as you entered being led by your uncle.

“Good afternoon Agnes, how goes it?” He said in a chipper tone.

“It goes well. What is it this time? Another guest play too rough?”

“Surprisingly no. Not yet at least. This here’s Jack, my nephew. He’ll be on ‘staff’ this summer. I need him processed and ready for orientation.”

“Very well” she said, and stood up.

You were never into older women. It was mostly girls around your age that you imagined when masturbating at home. But the way that Agnes carried herself as she took your measurements, drew a blood sample, and swabbed your cheeks in order to test for STDs enraptured you more than you expected. You’re not sure at what point John left but you eventually realized it was just you and her as she inspected every part of your body.

“Do you have any trouble getting an erection?” She asked

“Uh, no I guess?”

“Sexual orientation?”

“I’m Bisexual.”

“Good. We can always use more of those. Any STDs that you know of?”

“No ma’am.”

“Also good. Are you a virgin?”

“Not as of an hour ago I guess.”

“Classic John. Well, it makes no real difference. Nobody stays a virgin around here very long wether they want to or not.” Said Agnes

She made a few notes on her tablet.

“Physically fit... good body shape... versatile sexuality... should do fine as Room Service...” she mumbled to herself

“Room Service? What’s that?” You said, puzzled.

“It means you get to keep the guests company when they get horny at night. Now, last up we need to check your virility so I need a sperm sample.”

“A wh-“ you try and say before she grabs you by the collar and pulls you over to a type of table in the back of the room that had stirrups on it.

Without warning, she pushes you down onto it with your legs in the air, which she straps down on the stirrups with the efficiency of one who’s done this many times. She then takes your arms and straps them to the table on either side of you, leaving you fully exposed with your legs spread for this MILF of a nurse.

“Relax” she says “this won’t take long”