Uninvited Intrusion: Nurse's Plea

The sterile white walls of the review board room seemed to press in on Jennifer, the fluorescent lights buzzing with an almost aggressive efficiency. Across the polished mahogany table sat the lead officer, a man whose face was permanently etched with the grim satisfaction of upholding order, and a younger, more nervous colleague. The air hung thick with unspoken judgment, a palpable sense of violation hanging heavy in the air. She’d been summoned, not for a typical case, but for something far more scandalous, something that threatened to unravel the carefully constructed facade of her professional life. The report had been explicit, detailing her unauthorized entry into District Attorney Alistair’s hotel room, her brazen intentions, and the bizarre “cure” she’d proposed: riding him, cowgirl style. The image of her own body, spread wide open, inviting his attention, flashed through her mind, a cruel reminder of her transgression.

“Nurse Jennifer,” the lead officer began, his voice a dry rasp, “we’ve received a rather… detailed report regarding your recent visit to Mr. Alistair’s accommodations. The allegations, as you’re aware, center around your unsolicited offer to ‘cure’ him of some unspecified ailment through a rather unorthodox method.” He paused, letting the weight of his words settle. “The report suggests you extended an invitation for him to assist you in preparing for this… procedure. Do you have any comment on the veracity of these claims?”

Jennifer met his gaze, her expression carefully neutral, masking the turmoil raging within. She knew she had to tread carefully, navigate the treacherous waters of this investigation without incriminating herself further. “Well,” she began, her voice smooth and controlled, “I’m not sure about the veracity of the report, but I can certainly comment on my riding skills. If you’re wondering about my interest in this particular activity, you’d have to ask the DA himself. Or perhaps you’d like to take the lead on this investigation?” A subtle lift of her chin, a playful glint in her eyes, a silent challenge.

The younger officer shifted uncomfortably in his chair, clearly uncomfortable with her audacity. The lead officer remained impassive, his gaze unwavering. “The report goes on to describe a text message you sent to Mr. Alistair before entering his hotel room. Is that accurate?”

“Yes,” she confirmed, her voice laced with a hint of amusement. “The message read, ‘Remember Cancun?’ I included a picture of his wife, naked, in their bed. Her legs were spread wide open—you could see all the way to heaven. She was pleasuring herself. I knew the DA was nearing the end of a hard, protracted trial. I thought he might enjoy a diversion. Do you need a copy of the picture for your report?” She leaned forward, her body angled towards the table, cupping her bosom with her hands, a deliberate display of confidence and allure.

“Thank you, but that won’t be necessary,” the lead officer said, his tone clipped. “Let’s continue. Court records indicate that while the DA delivered an excellent closing argument, one which apparently won the case for his client, he appeared a bit distracted during the delivery. In fact, he fell asleep while waiting for the jury to return from deliberation.”

Jennifer raised an eyebrow, a flicker of genuine curiosity in her eyes. “Do tell. Seems you’re distracted yourself. You like staring at my boobs, don’tcha? Wanna suck on ‘em, or are you going to continue with your dreary report?” She paused, allowing her words to hang in the air, a provocative invitation.

“I can understand how the DA might have been distracted after receiving the picture and that he may have been suffering some fatigue from his work at the court,” the lead officer conceded, maintaining his composure. “I’m suggesting you took advantage and concluded you could go to his hotel room to seduce him.”

“No-sir-ee,” she retorted, her voice hardening slightly. “Weren’t no s’ducing goin’ on, whatever that might be. All’s I can say is his fingers know how to dance in my bush.” She subtly shifted her weight, drawing attention to her body, a silent assertion of her control.

“What the DA and his wife might have done on vacation is not my concern,” the lead officer stated, his voice devoid of emotion. “You presenting yourself as a medical professional to ‘cure’ him of some malady by ‘riding cowgirl’ is my concern. I know of no ‘riding cowgirl’ procedure in the medical journals. Perhaps you can explain.”

Jennifer took a deep breath, steeling herself for the inevitable. “A few days before this incident, the DA’s wife had visited him. She was hoping to get screwed, but what with the trial bein’ so long and with its stress, he were needin’ a particular sort of encouragement. The ‘Cancun legs’ picture was part of the encouragement. On this particular day, I visited. We’uns had sex, me on top; he wanted to play with my boobs. Ah ’ave a video.” She reached into her bag and produced a small, discreet device, a miniature camera hidden within a lipstick case.

(Sound of the whir of the electronic latch unlocking the door.)

“Your wife sez you be needin’ a nurse,” the younger officer piped up, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

“The last few days, I’ve had a problem getting it up,” Al confessed, his face flushed with embarrassment. “My stamina just isn’t what it used to be. The stress of the trial, the constant pressure… it takes a toll.”

“Cop a feel of my boobs if you like while I rub your crotch,” Jennifer offered, her voice laced with suggestion. “Doesn’t seem like a hard problem to me.” She leaned closer, her body practically radiating heat, her eyes locked onto his.

“The symptoms definitely seemed to have disappeared in the past few seconds,” Al stammered, his gaze darting nervously around the room. “But you’re a nurse. A professional. You seem quite experienced in handling this particular difficulty. The hard thing is, you just said you knew my wife quite well. Will she be okay with you getting me off?”

“I think so,” Jennifer replied, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “’Specially if pawing ’tween my legs helps.” She moved slightly, exposing more of her cleavage, a blatant invitation for him to succumb to his desires.

“Well, you giving me a hand is one thing. Will it help me to get off in her pussy?” Al asked, his voice barely a whisper.

“Shucks, yes,” Jennifer confirmed, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. “Have you ’scussed this problem with her?”

“It’s not exactly the sort of conversation a man looks forward to having with his wife,” Al admitted, a hint of desperation creeping into his voice.

“I understand,” Jennifer said, her voice soft and soothing. “Just to be clear. You’re okay with your nurse givin’ you a hand with this problem?”

“Absolutely,” Al affirmed, a surge of pleasure washing over him. “What do you suggest?”

Jennifer reached into her bag again, this time pulling out a small, silver key. “Let’s start with a little lubrication,” she said, inserting the key into a small vial containing a potent oil. She uncapped the vial and applied a generous amount to her clitoris. “Now, let’s see if you can handle the heat.” She shifted her weight, arching her back slightly, drawing his attention to her arousal.

Al watched breathlessly as the nurse opened her lab coat, shrugged, and let it fall silently to the floor. The dark red color of the full-body stocking contrasted sharply with the nurse’s white cap. Her hand returned to playing between her legs—the “Remember Cancun?” legs. As she continued to tease him, Al slowly began to lose all control, surrendering to the overwhelming desire that consumed him. The image of his wife, naked and pleasuring herself, flashed through his mind once again, a potent reminder of the pleasure he was about to experience.

“I ’spect you should remove your clothes as well,” Jennifer suggested, her voice a seductive murmur.

“Can you make it go away?” Al pleaded, his voice strained.

“More like can I make it cum. It may take several treatments before the healing is complete,” she replied, her hand continuing its relentless assault on his senses.

“You’re wearing a wedding band. Are you sure your husband won’t mind you spending the night away from home?” Al asked, his voice laced with concern.

“I’m quite sure ’e wants me to work away from home tonight,” Jennifer assured him, her body swaying rhythmically, her eyes never leaving his.

While Al opened a bottle and poured the wine, nurse Jen reached around his waist from behind and started releasing his belt buckle and unzipping his pants. After pulling down his briefs, she stood in front of him and accepted the offered drink. Her right hand reached down to massage his no longer timid erection. His right hand groped at the nurse’s breasts and rolled a nipple between several fingers. “To sexy nurses,” he whispered, a genuine smile spreading across his face.

Between sips of wine, the patient began to strip the nurse of her stocking. They started making out. “To handsome district attorneys,” Jen responded, continuing to tease him relentlessly. As they continued their passionate embrace, Al reached for the video device and pressed play. The screen flickered to life, revealing a blurry image of his wife, naked and engaged in her own pleasure. The image sent a jolt of electricity through him, solidifying his resolve to fully embrace this forbidden encounter.

As he watched, Jennifer continued her assault, her touch becoming more insistent, her movements more provocative. The lead officer shifted uncomfortably in his chair, unable to tear his eyes away from the unfolding scene. The younger officer, captivated by the raw passion on display, leaned forward, eager to witness every detail. The air crackled with tension, a potent mixture of desire, shame, and illicit pleasure.

Jennifer pulled him closer, her hand reaching down to stroke his chest. “I’m quite sure ‘e wants me to work away from home tonight.” As she whispered these words, she unzipped his trousers and lowered his pants to the floor. The sight of his bare buttocks was both shocking and exhilarating. It was as if the entire room had been transformed into a den of sin, a playground for forbidden desires. Al felt a surge of power, a sense of liberation that he had never experienced before. He allowed himself to succumb completely to his urges, surrendering his inhibitions and embracing the pleasure that was now within his grasp. The nurse and the district attorney, united in their transgression, lost themselves in the depths of their shared lust, oblivious to the judgmental eyes of the onlookers.

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