To the nurse's station

Samantha turns towards the nurse's station but before she can even take a step towards the protection and comfort of sympathetic nurses she feels a wave of panic nearly paralyze her. It takes a concerted effort on her part to take the next few steps and even when she reaches the nurse's desk she can feel a tingle of doubt.

"What is it?" Asks the younger of the two nurses on duty. She looked like she might be a few years older than Samantha and not all that interested in what she had to say.

"I'm a patient, in the room down the hall." Samantha starts explaining hesitantly pausing when the two women's eyes open wide in recognition.

"23-B" Gasps the older nurse, "She should have been on stas-2 for the whole night." The other nurse comes around the station desk and takes her firmly by the arm.

"We have to get you back to your room dear." Reflexively Samantha jerks free of the nurse's grip.

"NO!" She said in a voice that sounds very loud in the silence of the night. "There's a man in there. He attacked me."

"What?" At least she had their attention now.

"He climbed on me while I was on the bed and he used my breasts to masturbate." Samantha could see the disbelief in the pair of shocked faces. "Look!" She pulls open her shirt and exposes the trails of cum that still hang from her impossibly large boobs. "He came all over me!"

The sight of her breasts dripping with cum overcame their doubts. The younger nurse leads Samantha into a small room behind the desk and closes and locks the door. She escorts her to a small couch and sits carefully by her side.

"Do you know who he was?" She asks and Samantha silently hands her the badge with the man's picture on it confident that everything was going to be alright. When the nurse sees the picture on the ID, her face tightens in that professional way that all medical personnel seem to have and she rises swiftly to her feet.

"Everything will be OK dear, just wait here while I make sure we call the right people." With that the nurse left Samantha alone in the room wondering what she meant by calling the right people. Surely the police were the right people to call when a patient is sexually assaulted in her bed. A small kettle sits on the counter on the other side of the room and more as a way of keeping calm than anything else Samantha turns on the kettle and takes a clean mug from a rack. Behind the sink is a mirror and Samantha stares in confusion at the reflection in the glass.

It's not her at all! The reflection is of a beautiful woman with thick raven-black hair that falls over her shoulders in luxurious waves. Her complexion is golden and her lips are red and full; but not as full as her lush (ridiculously lush) curves. She has giant breasts that spill from the gap in the open shirt, a thin waist and hips that flare attractively even in the plain brown oversized trousers taken from her attacker.

"I'm fucking Pocahontas!" Samantha mutters in disbelief as she pulls her shirt closed. The shirt has no visible fastening method but as soon as the hems of the shirt touch they join together forming a seamless front to the shirt. Unable to comprehend either the stunning reflection in the mirror or the mystery of the shirt Sam walks to the door and gazes cautiously through the small window.

From her new position she could see the two nurses talking urgently on the phone. How long would it take security to get to the station? As she waits Sam searches through the pockets of her attacker?s trousers. She finds a handkerchief, a few small disks that look more like casino tokens than anything else; a small multi-tool; and a small leather wallet.

Opening the wallet she finds no money, just a couple of business cards and a few scraps of paper. The name on two of the business cards matches the name on the ID that the nurse took with her.