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Chapter 3

What's your answer?

Fuck Yeah!

“I mean,” you smirk, “they’ve gotta be bigger than her head if I’m gonna fuck them.” You give off a cheesy chuckle. Suddenly, Jill punches you in the nads. You double over as Jill continues her attack by slapping you.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she sneers, finally stopping her ****. You groan as you writhe on the floor. She had made a direct hit onto your inflated testicles. Jill kneels down and sees that you are not faking. “C’mon, I’ll take you to the nurse.” She insists, helping you up. You try your best to keep your growing erection down, despite your pain, she seemed to have awoken your beast.

It’s not long until you reach the Nurse’s Office. Jill knocks on the door. In a second, the nurse opens the door and greets the two of you. She’s a pretty young brunette girl, fresh out of nursing school. Her perky breasts barely hide under her uniform, not helping your own situation. She smiles, reminding you that on any day she could pass for a student. “What’s wrong?” she asks, concern in her voice.

“I um…” Jill started, now embarrassed by her actions. “I kinda punched him…down there.” She points down between her own legs to illustrate the area.

“Ah…gotcha.” The nurse confirmed, grabbing your elbow. “I’ll take it from here, thank you for bringing him.” Jill nods as you enter the office and the nurse closes the door. As you stand by the small exam table, the nurse starts pulling records. “Alright, Mr….Lee?” she confirms, pulling your file.

“Yes ma’am,” you acknowledge, feeling the pain subside a bit. “Jack is just fine.”

“Alright, Jack. You can just call me Eliza.” She picks up the phone, you get nervous.

“Um…who are you calling?” You ask, voice quivering.

“I have to call another staff member to do the check with me since it is a…sensitive area.” She then starts dialing the number.

“Can’t you check it yourself?”

“Not if I want to keep my job.” She raises her hand up before you could ask. “Yes, even if you are over eighteen…Mrs. Cross, hey, could you—“

“MRS?!” You yell. You try to get up, but the pain is still there.

“Jack, I know it’s embarrassing, but she’s the only one available. “So either, you’re better or you’ll have to wait.”

What do you do?

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