Take my word for it there is only one hospital in the world where a nurse can earn money like you can at the First Avenue Hospital for Men. If you have never heard of it chances are you never will.
I was approached to work at the hospital the day I graduated from nursing school.
The approach came from a tall bald man as I left my graduation ceremony with my parents. I later found out his name is Mr Forbes. He stopped me at the nursing school entrance and handed me a card.
“Come to this address tomorrow at noon,” he said. “We would like to offer you a job at our private hospital. We offer the highest salaries of any employer in the country.”
He didn’t wait for an answer. He just simply walked away.
I didn’t have the best results and not a whole lot of other offers so I decided to go along to the address shown and see what they could offer.
I arrived at the hospital right on time. It was an old gothic style mansion in a nice part of town. I went up to the reception desk and was told I was expected.
As I waited for Mr Forbes to come for me I noticed a nurse walking through reception. She was my age and had a nurses uniform that looked like it was straight out of a porn movie. The dress barely covered her panties and her cleavage was sticking out of her unbuttoned front. On her head she wore the red cross cap.
“You have to be joking,” I thought.
“Miss Jones,” I heard a voice say. I turned and saw Mr Forbes had arrived. “This way,” he said and turned and walked down the corridor. Alarm bells were ringing in my head and I hesitated briefly but decided to follow him.
“I’ve come this far,” I thought. “Might as well go through with it.”
I followed Mr Forbes to a large office on the ground floor.
He sat down behind a large desk and asked me to sit on a chair opposite him.
“I am a busy man,” he said. “So forgive me for getting straight down to business. We are an exclusive private hospital specialising in mens health. Our rates are so high that only the wealthiest can afford our services. We charge higher rates than anyone else because we offer services that no-one else offers.”
“Such as?” I asked.
“Well, such as you,” he said.
“Me? But I’m a new graduate and my grades aren’t that good.”
“Quite frankly I couldn’t give a shit about your grades. Neither could our clients. Some of them are sick, some of them are just looking for a break. They all pay the same.”
“You mean some aren’t even sick? Then why are they here?”
“They’re here for our services. Our services are provided by nurses just like you.”
“What services?” I asked.
“Alright,” said Mr Forbes. “You’re not getting it so I will spell it out for you.”
He stood up and came around to sit on the edge of the desk in front of me.
“We want to offer you a five million dollar contract over three years.”
My jaw dropped open in shock.
“In return you will service any one of our patients in any way they ask.”
“What do you mean by service?” I asked.
“Most of them will only want a blowjob. Some will want to suck your tits. A few will want anal and some will just want a fuck. Whatever they ask you give and at the end of three years you will be five million dollars richer.”
I couldn’t believe my ears. I was so angry, this was so disrepectful to women, to my profession, to what I believed in but it was so much money.
“What you want is a hooker,” I said. “Not a nurse!”
“No, I need a nurse,” he said. “This is a real hospital and some of our patients are really sick so we need real nurses. Think about it. Three years from now you could be twenty four and worth five million dollars. You could go the General Hospital and work your heart out and it would take you around 200 years to make the same money.”
When I said nothing he smiled. I could tell he knew I was tempted. He was right, I would never have a chance like this again. In some ways it was my only chance. I wasn’t a very good nurse. Three years and I would be able to do anything.
“Is it a secret?” I asked.
“Do you mean will you lose your reputation if you say yes? Trust me no-one will ever know. The patients won’t tell and neither will I. A lot of girls have worked here and I bet you’ve never heard of any of them.”
I wanted to say no. I wanted to walk away. But something stopped me.
“You have a choice here,” he said. “A life of wage slavery changing bed pans and cleaning up vomit or three years here and a life of leisure.”
“What are the hours?” I asked.
“Ah,” he said. “It is a live in role. You are on call all the time and always on site. But there are fifty girls here and we make sure you get plenty of rest. It is in our interests to have you fresh for the patients.”
“Can I think about it?”
“No,” he said. “You can’t. You either walk over to the closet in the corner and put on your uniform right now or you walk out and never mention it again. If you are thinking of blowing the whistle I have to advise you against it. We have some powerful clients. It would not go well for you.”
He returned to his seat and went on with some paperwork as if I wasn’t in the room. I sat in that chair for ten minutes unable to move and unable to make a decision.
Finally I felt myself getting up, still unsure of my own decision, and found my feet taking me towards the closet.
I opened the closet door and found a rack of nurses uniforms like the one worn by the nurse in reception. I went into the closet and closed the door behind me and took off my clothes.
All the uniforms seemed too tight but I guess that was the point. I found one that I was able to squeeze into. The top three buttons were missing so I had no choice but to leave them undone.
Nervously I stepped out of the closet. Mr Forbes watched me approvingly as I crossed the room and returned to my seat by his desk.
“Excellent,” he said. He handed me some papers.
“You’ll need to sign this contract,” he said. “You can read it if you like. Basically it says the duties you are expected to perform and details the payments you receive. In short any sex act on any man on request for three years and at the end of that time you are five million dollars richer.”
“Is it safe sex?” I asked.
“Yes, in a way,” he replied. “All of our patients are checked for STD’s before they are admitted and you already have been.”
“No I haven’t,” I said.
“Yes, you have. That medical you did a few weeks ago at the nursing school was for our benefit. Like I said we have powerful friends in lots of places. We’ve had people watching you for a long time. Like porn we don’t use condoms and you will swallow but nobody has an STD.”
“Swallow,” I thought. “Oh my God, he means sperm!”
I had never even given head before then and so the idea of swallowing had never occured to me before. I’d had sex a couple of times but it had always been safe and normal. I was having serious second thoughts but always something wouldn’t let me back out.
“Can I show the contract to a lawyer?”
“Of course not,” he said. “What we do here is secret and will stay that way. The contract is straight forward and there are no hidden clauses. You sign it or leave.”
I read the contract over three times. It really was straight forward. Sex for money. Lots of sex but also lots of money.
“Can I see my family still?”
“No, you are here all the time. You can speak to them on the phone but that is your only contact. You are to tell them your job was overeas and started immediately. No chance for goodbyes. All meals, uniforms and accommodation is provided for. You will need for nothing and will not need money.”
Mr Forbes waited patiently as I read through the contract one last time.
I felt my hand reach for a pen. Five million dollars. The amount seemed to hypnotise me, to cloud my judgement. I saw my hand signing the contract almost as if my will was being driven by an outside force. As soon as I had signed the contract fell to the floor and I found myself crying.
Mr Forbes picked up the contract and put it in a safe in the wall. He then turned back to me.
“You are to start immediately,” he said. “You share a dorm with the other nurses on the third floor. For now you are to report for duty to the head nurse on the second floor.”
He sat back at his desk and began to write. Sensing that I was dismissed I walked out of the room.
“Miss Jones?” a young nurse asked me as I stepped into the hall. She was about my age and wearing the same uniform. One thing I was starting to notice about the nurses around here was that, like me, they had big breasts.
“Yes,” I said.
“Come with me. I’ll show you to your ward.”
I followed her down the hall to an elevator. She pressed the up button and we waited.
“Do you have any questions?” she asked. “I know you must be nervous. I was so scared when I started here.”
“Mostly I want to know if it is for real,” I said. “Do we really get the money?”
“The money is all too real,” she said. “To be honest none of us would make it if they money wasn’t so big.”
The doors of the elevator opened and we went in. She pressed the button for level two.
“Is it bad?” I asked. “The way they treat you.”
“Yes,” she said. “Trust me if you are human you will hate it. You are going to curse yourself. You are going to cry and you are going to want to leave. We all do for a while. But after a while you’ll start counting down the days. Just make sure none of it shows. If one of the patients complain they can cut your contract. You are out on the street, no money.”
The doors of the elevator opened and we walked into the ward. I froze.
In front of me in the hall a nurse was on her knees in front of a naked overweight man. Her head was bobbing up and down and his hands were on her head forcing it back and forth.
The nurse took me by the hand and led me to a nurses station further down the hall.
“My God,” I said. “That’s going to be me one day isn’t it?”
“That will be you every day,” she said. “Get used to it or get out.”
A bell rang on the desk.
“Look at this,” she said.
I looked and saw a row of lights with words written on them. They said “Oral nice, Oral forced, Missionary nice, Missionary forced, Anal nice, Anal forced, Threesome, Handjob nice, Handjob forced.”
Only two of the lights were lit. Oral nice and Anal forced.
“Which one do you want?” she asked.
“What!” I said.
“These lights are activated by patients. Someone must obey them within two minutes. All the other girls are busy.”
I stared at the lights in disbelief.
“Cause it’s your first day I’ll take the forced anal. You get oral nice.”
“What is it?” I asked.
“Oral nice. Give him a blowjob like you like it. Nice means it’s your idea and you want it. Forced means it’s his idea and he rapes you in the mouth. You’re lucky this time. Next time you get forced anal.”
“It’s barbaric,” I said.
“It’s what you signed up for,” she said. “Yours is room 4. Trust me this one’s a piece of cake. He’ll want you to swallow and he’ll want you to act horny and like you want it. Do it well because he tips well.”
“Tips?” I said.
“Didn’t they tell you? Five million is the base rate. If the patients like you they can add to it. One girl left last year with twenty million dollars from three years.”
She walked away and I found myself looking around for room 4.
I found it near the elevator. The nurse who had been giving head before was gone and so was her patient. Nervously I pushed open the door.
There was only one man in the room. He was sitting up in bed. I walked across the room, feeling his eyes on my breasts as I walked. I picked up his chart at the end of the bed and read it.
“No known illness,” was all it said.
I looked up at him and smiled. He seemed to be waiting for me to make the first move.
I crossed to his side and sat on the edge of the bed. I began to slowly unbutton my uniform.
“You know,” I said. “I’ve been working so hard today. I haven’t had a chance to eat. I haven’t had anything in my mouth all day.”
My stomach churned as I spoke. Only hours ago I was any other nursing graduate. Now I was basically a high priced hooker.
“How can I do this?” I thought as I pulled open my uniform and unhooked my bra. “I’ve never even given a blowjob, now I have to do it on demand!!”
I removed my bra and moved his hands to cup my breasts. It was as if my mind and my body were disconnected. As if I was watching the scene from outside my body I became aware my head was going down towards his crotch.
I pulled down his pyjama pants and his small limp penis came into view. I had never seen a penis so limp and pathetic before. I could tell I was not the first nurse he had summoned today and I was going to have a hard time getting him going.
I stuck out my tongue and licked over the head of his penis and let out a soft moan as he began to massage my breasts with his hands. I moved down onto my knees on the floor and he sat up on the edge of the bed.
I lifted his still limp cock and licked underneath and then down to his deflated balls. I took the whole sack into my mouth and began to hum gently. His cock grew a little and slowly began to harden as I looked into his eyes with his cock in my mouth.
I took my mouth off his balls and said “I love the taste of your cock,” and began to lick up his shaft to the head once more. I paused as I reached the head, a last lingering sense of doubt and fear gripping me. I felt disgust in myself for having been bought so easily.
I looked down at his small pathetic penis as it struggled to harden. I had a desperate desire to just stand and walk away. My knees ached on the cold hard floor and I could think of no more degrading thing to be doing. At that moment I heard a scream of pain and terror and realised it was the nurse who I had met earlier. She must have been in the middle of her forced anal encounter.
“There are worse things,” I thought. “And they will happen to me if I stay.”
“Stop teasing me bitch and suck it,” said the old man.
I wanted to slap him. I wanted to run. But the lure of up to twenty million dollars made me stay. It made me smile at him instead of spit. It made me slowly bend and take his penis in my mouth.
I sucked tightly on to the shaft and began to bob my head up and down in his lap as his cock began to harden in my mouth.
He put his hands in my hair and tightened his grip, roughly guiding my head up and down. His cock was cold and slimy and it felt like a snake in my mouth.
“Oh,” he cried. “I love the new ones.”
He pushed my head down and forced me to hold still with his now hard cock resting in my mouth. I licked my tongue around it in circles and told him in garbled words that I loved his cock in my mouth.
He gripped me harder and stood up pushing me back so my bum rested on my heels. He held my head in both hands and began to fuck my face making it harder and harder for me to pretend that I was enjoying it. He then pushed his cock into my cheek causing it to bulge. He slapped his cock with his hand through my cheek then forced it back into my mouth and fucked me as he held me by my ears.
I kept eye contact with him and could see the raw lust in his eyes.
“Oh yeah bitch! Suck that cock!”
He tensed and stopped fucking and he raised himself on to his toes as he pushed his small cock as far into my mouth as it would go. I felt it spasm and a trickle of foul tasting cum drained lazily onto my tongue. It was clearly not his first load for the day.
“Swallow it slut,” he said.
I couldn’t help but grimace as I swallowed the sperm. It felt like a slug as it went down and some of it seemed to get stuck to
the walls of my throat.
He pushed me to the ground and then casually climbed back into bed.
I stood and watched him for a moment.
“What?” he said gruffly.
“Is there anything else you would like?” I asked putting my bra and uniform back on.
“Yeah,” he said rudely. “You to fuck off!”
I turned and walked out of the room.
“If that is nice,” I thought. “How will I handle forced?”
When I got back to the nurses station I found there were four other nurses there. One was bent over the desk being fucked in the arse by a doctor and the other three talked together around them, as if nothing was happening.
“You must be Nurse Jones,” said the doctor arse fucking the nurse. “How is your first day?”
“OK,” I lied. It hadn’t occured to me that we also had to service the other staff.
“Done anyone yet?” asked a nurse.
“Room 4,” I said.
“Blowjob right,” she said. “Easy start. Small dick and doesn’t last long.”
I could hear the nurse I met earlier screaming in the distance. No-one even seemed to notice.
The bell rang. “Anal forced,” lit up. Room 10.
“It’s all yours,” said a nurse beside me.
“I just did one,” I protested.
“I had two anals today already,” she said. “You did one little blowjob. Your turn.”
“But what do I do?” I asked.
“It’s forced,” she said. “Not much. That one has cancer. Probably three months to live. He is in pain and hates the world. He wants you to suffer too. But he’s promised to leave a fair bit of money to his favourite.”
“So I just go in and lie down?”
“No, play nurse for a bit. When you’ve teased him a bit find a reason to turn your back and bend over. He’ll do the rest.”
I looked at the doctor arse fucking the nurse at the station. You could see the look of pain on her face was as real as the look of pleasure on his.
“Men are bastards,” I thought.
There was a blood pressure gauge at the nurses desk. I took it and a thermometer and headed for room 10.
As I opened the door I saw the patient was a middle aged man. He was bald and thin like many cancer patients and he appeared to be asleep. For a moment I thought about leaving him but wondered if his sleep was all a part of the game he wanted to play with me.
I wheeled the blood pressure gauge into the room and sat by his bedside. There was a chart at the end of his bed which told me his last name was McKay.
“Mr McKay,” I said. “Time for your check up.”
He turned and blinked his eyes as if just waking but I could tell it was an act.
“Again,” he said. “Won’t you people give me any peace?”
I noticed he had a pair of handcuffs in his right hand.
“For me, I guess,” I thought. “Better pretend not to see.”
I kept my mind on the fact that he was going to die and one nurse stood to make millions.
“Sorry,” I said. “Doctors orders.”
I wrapped the blood pressure strap around his arm and began to make the measurement. His blood pressure was very high.
I smiled at him but he didn’t notice. His eyes were on every move and jiggle of my breasts.
“Time to get on with it,” I thought. “No point in delaying it.”
I pretended to drop the thermometer and turned around to pick it up. I bent at the waist and reached down to the floor, allowing my uniform to rise up and reveal my panties.
I heard him shift on the bed.
Suddenly he sprang and roughly forced me face first into the wall. He pinned my hands behind my back and used his handcuffs to bind my wrists together.
“No!!” I screamed playing the game. “Help!”
“Shut the fuck up bitch!” he screamed. He the threw me to the ground. I tried to stand but he jumped on my back then sat down on me.
I began to plead for him to untie me but he pulled up my dress and tore off my panties, ripping them in two in the process.
With his knees he forced my legs apart and used his hands to spread open the cheeks of my butt.
I felt him fumbling around in his pants for a moment and then his hard cock began to press against my arse. My hole clenched instinctively but he pushed hard and I felt my anal cavity stretched as his cock penetrated me.
Pain like I had never known before spread from my arse to every square inch of my body. I screamed in genuine pain and felt his cock grow harder inside of me as my suffering turned him on.
He pushed my face into the cold hospital floor as he began to pound my arse. I was bound by my wrists and stretched out below him, pinned down and penetrated deep into my arse.
“Feel the pain, you fucking slut. You want my money bad enough for this! You want my money? Answer me bitch!”
“No,” I lied. “No, I just want to be a nurse. Please stop!”
“Bullshit,” he said. “That light lit up and you came running.”
His cock felt like a hot poker in my arse. Tears flowed down my face as it slid in and out of my tight virgin arse.
“You couldn’t help yourself bitch. Just a quick fuck and the money is yours you thought.”
He brought me up to my hands and knees and ripped my uniform fro me. My breasts bounced free and rocked back and forth as he thrust in and out of me.
He took my hair in his hands and used it to pull my head back. He stretched my neck until I was looking directly up at the ceiling as he pushed me closer to the wall with each hard thrust.
He pulled out and spun me around so his cock was in my face. I could smell my arse on his cock and reeled at the taste of myself on his cock as he forced it in my mouth.
His cock was much bigger than the man in room 4 and he brutally pushed the foul smelling prick deep into my throat. I couldn’t help but gag as he forced my head up and down rapidly on his cock.
Saliva and vomit mixed together in my mouth and around his cock. The mixture filled my mouth and I couldn’t help but let some leak out of my lips and cover my chin and breasts.
He took the liquid and smeared it into my face then began to pound my face with his cock so fast I thought my neck would break.
Finally he pulled out and aimed his cock into my eyes. Three waves of cum covered my eyes completely and I could see nothing as he let me go and I fell to the floor exhausted and broken.
With my hands cuffed behind my back I couldn’t wipe the cum out of my eyes and I was too weak to stand and too sore to move.
I felt him lean over me and cold metal sweep across my eyelids. The cum cleared enough for me to open my eyes. He knelt over me, a spoon full of cum in his hands. He pressed it to my lips and I reluctantly opened my mouth.
He emptied the cum into my mouth and I swallowed.
“There you go, bitch, dinner,” he said.
He turned me over again and untied my handcuffs then returned to his bed.
I stood and found my bra and panties were in pieces but my uniform was OK. Disposing of my underwear in a bin in the corner I put my uniform back on and left the room.
The patient in room 10 was already asleep.
