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Life is funny. Sometimes you waltz through life like there's nothing to it, and then sometimes it slaps you upside the head. I had a good deal going with my girlfriend; we'd been going out for a year and a half, and neither of us was in a rush to get married. We got along, liked mostly the same things, and the sex was good. Not mind-blowing, she wasn't much for creativity in bed and I didn't want to be pushy about it, but it was okay.
Well, Erin was out of town for a conference and I was home and horny. I wanted something more physically satisfying than the topless bars, so I went down to the newsstand and picked up one of the adult entertainment papers. There was quite a variety of ads, both print and picture. I settled on "Nurses Station -- Let our personal treatment reduce the swelling!" I wanted something different from Erin, so I asked for a redhead. They offered me a 5'10" brunette for 200 dollars, and pointed out that this was an incall where she had complete exam facilities. I agreed that the full medical workup sounded like a good deal, and we set an appointment for eight o'clock.
I arrived at the indicated location, a house in an unfamiliar neighborhood, at three minutes before eight. A few moments after I rang the doorbell, the door opened and I looked at the face of about the last person I'd have expected to see.
Erin's Aunt Theresa.
I'd met Aunt Theresa on several occasions, and she was always the soul of disapproving propriety. But not now. She was wearing a white nurse's uniform with a very short hemline, white hose and white pumps. The top of her outfit was unbuttoned enough to emphasize cleavage that I'd never consciously noticed, her long dark-brown hair was pulled back with a single hair bow, and she had done something with her makeup that made her look about ten years younger. We both stared at each other open-mouthed for what seemed like forever, but she got her composure back first and stepped out of the doorway, beckoning me in with a chuckle.
"Well, John, fancy meeting you here!" I went in and looked around the living room, which was decorated tastefully but anonymously. I was still trying to figure out how I was going to explain to Theresa what I was doing here... well, actually that was pretty obvious but I could see my relationship with Erin going down the tubes.
Theresa came up behind me while I was woolgathering, and wrapped her arms around my chest. Her fingers started deftly undoing my shirt buttons as she breathed warmly into my right ear, "So, shall we go on to the back? I understand you were interested in the exam and treatment room..." Thoughts of Erin faded from my mind as Theresa nibbled at my earlobe and one of her hands drifted down to brush over my groin.
"Uh, Aunt Theresa," I started, but she hushed me quickly. "Please, John... since you're already obligated to the agency for the fee, I wouldn't feel right not giving you the full treatment. And in here, I'm Nurse Terry. Just keep that in mind and I'm sure everything will turn out just fine." She slid one hand inside my shirt to tease my nipple, while she gestured with the other hand to a doorway. "If you'll just go in there like a good boy, take off your street clothes and put on the exam gown, we can get started."
I went through the designated door into a room that might have once been a sitting room. Now it held a low couch with a standard-issue blue hospital gown, a bookcase with a selection of medical tomes, a coffee table with a variety of current magazines, and a coat rack with hangers. I put my shirt on the coat rack, slipped out of my clothes, put the envelope with my two hundred-dollar bills on the coffee table, and put on the drafty hospital gown. Theresa... I mean, Nurse Terry walked in after I had finished. She was carrying a clipboard and pulling a stethoscope out of the pocket of her uniform, and glanced once at the envelope on the coffee table before telling me to sit on the couch. She sat next to me, flashing a long expanse of white-clad leg below the hem of her uniform to go with the cleavage above, and held my wrist while she checked her watch. She made a notation on her clipboard, then had me breathe in and out. While I did so, she set the cold metal pad of the stethoscope in several places on my upper and lower back, then on my chest and belly, and finally under my testicles. That last contact caused my erection to come back in full force, and she smiled and said, "We'll take a closer look at that, but not right now."