Liam Johnson looked out of the Nurse Manager's office at the cows in the pasture. The window was half open, and Liam could smell the Sher-Rockee Mushroom farm, even though it was more than two miles away in the rolling Pennsylvania countryside. Brought up in Kennett, Chester County, Liam was used to it, but that didn't mean he liked it.
"How are you today, Liam?" said Mrs. Lambert as she walked into the office.
Mrs. Anita Lambert, the Nurse Manager at Dawn Residential Care, smiled at Liam Johnson and sat down behind her desk. Liam smiled back; he liked Mrs. Lambert. In fact, Liam liked Mrs. Lambert a lot. He sat down opposite her in the plain metal chair, stealing a glance at her crossed legs visible under the open front of the desk.
"I'm very well, Mrs. Lambert."
Liam was careful to look Mrs. Lambert in the eye, not allowing his glance to rove over her trim physique. It was difficult. Mrs. Lambert looked like Eva Longoria, but with green eyes. Mrs. Lambert was thirty five, in terrific shape, and was dressed in a fitted white nurse uniform that showed off her figure.
"Let me get your file, Liam."
Liam, deep down, was fighting a dangerous emotion, trying to shove it back where it came from, wanting no part of it. He was trying to stop a powerful infatuation with Mrs. Lambert from degenerating into that most annoying and shameful of emotions; love. Because Liam knew that love is for losers.
Mrs. Lambert stood up and sashayed over to her filing cabinet. With her back to Liam, she bent right over and pulled out the bottom drawer while Liam's eyes feasted on her apple-shaped behind and long slender legs. He felt stirrings as his manhood started to perk up at the sight. Mrs. Lambert pulled out his file and stood up, turning back towards him.
"I've been so glad to have you back this summer, Liam. Things were difficult over the winter," she said, looking at him with her dark green eyes.
"So, you'd like to stay on as an assistant here until you find something more permanent?"
Liam nodded. He had finished college that summer and had yet to find a permanent job. He was living with his parents a few miles from the facility, near Kennett, about thirty five miles west of Philadelphia. Moving back home had been difficult, but he had no other option.
On the desk sat a photo of Mr. Lambert. Mrs. Lambert's husband had been killed in Iraq four years earlier, and Mrs. Lambert had been inconsolable. Despite the passage of time and the attentions of many would-be suitors, Mrs. Lambert so far had refused all attempts to comfort her. But someone, sooner or later, had to be the first. Liam wanted to be that man, the one to act as the pressure valve for the massive pent-up sexual energy undoubtedly lurking within Mrs. Lambert.
Liam knew he was at a disadvantage. He was only twenty two, and an employee. And Mrs. Lambert was a conscientious professional manager. But on the plus side, Liam was sure Mrs. Lambert was interested in him. Liam Johnson was tall and good-looking, with thick wavy black hair. He was also self-confident and, for twenty two, quite experienced with women. There was a moment of silence between them as Liam tried a long gaze into Mrs. Lambert's green eyes. Her eyes flashed back at him in amusement.
"Are preparations complete for the Halloween Ball, Liam?" she asked.
"Yes, Mrs. Lambert."
"Remember, Liam, the ball is for the residents. If the staff have fun, too, that's fine. But the residents must enjoy themselves. They come first. I'll be sending out a survey afterwards. Are we clear?'
"Yes, Mrs. Lambert."
"What is your costume this year, Liam?'
"My Dad and I dropped the ball, Mrs. Lambert. We left it too late for rentals so we're going home-made. Bedouin Arab; bed sheets, dishcloth keffiyeh for face cover, washcloths on the head, sunglasses."
"Will your parents be attending? They were very welcome last year. The residents like some outside company."
"No, Mam. They are going to the Rotary Halloween Party. Pauline Simpson's house."
A knock on the door interrupted them. He could see a fuzzy face through the frosted glass.
"Excuse me Liam, I have to talk to Mr. Steinmetz about the shift rotation."
Mrs. Lambert stood up and walked around her desk to the door of her office. Liam couldn't take his eyes off her.
While she was gone, Liam glanced around at the Dawn promotional material adorning the walls of Mrs. Lambert's office. Pictures of happy couples grinning at the camera, depicting people in their sixties, seventies, eighties and beyond looked down at him. Liam noticed that the older the couples appeared, the happier and more ecstatic they looked. Liam knew old age did not work like this.
Mrs. Lambert was still outside in the corridor. Liam's eyes wandered around. He leaned over and inspected the photo of Mrs. Lambert's husband, in uniform and smiling, somewhere in the desert.
"Please let her go, Mr. Lambert. She deserves to live," said Liam to the photo.
Behind it on the desk was something Liam had not seen before, a small clay figurine with arms folded across its chest and a fierce expression on its bearded face.
Mrs. Lambert's photo ID card was also on her desk. Liam picked it up. She looked beautiful even on her ID. He glanced up at the door. The conversation was still going on, and Liam could hear something of an argument.
Liam kissed Mrs. Lambert's image on her ID card, and then he shoved the card deep down into his shorts, rubbing it on his cock. The cold plastic just made him harder, already aroused by the proximity of Mrs. Lambert. Then he heard the conversation outside finish. He pulled out Mrs. Lambert's ID, hurriedly wiped it on his shorts, and replaced it on the desk where he had found it.
Mrs. Lambert re-entered her office, her face flushed and angry. For a moment Liam wondered if his stupid little trick had been detected. What had come over him? But she summoned up a smile.
"I'm sorry, Liam. Things are difficult at the moment. The Management is cutting costs and the wages we are offering to new hires are being reduced. I'm very worried we are getting the wrong sort of person. There has been too much bad behavior recently. I've caught staff in rooms having sex when they should be working. Even the residents have been misbehaving in public areas. I've had to speak to the Residents Committee. I can't understand it, everyone seems to be going mad."
Mrs. Lambert's face reddened as her mind pictured the activities she had witnessed. They had aroused her, and now she felt shame and desolation at her solitary existence. Liam rightly guessed that it had been particularly hard for her to discipline such activities when that part of her life was empty. He looked at her in sympathy.
"I want you to report anything you see to me that is not up to our standards," said Mrs. Lambert, "I have asked the other experienced staff to do likewise."
"Of course, Mrs. Lambert. It's none of my business, but what's that?" asked Liam, gesturing to the figurine next to the photo to change the subject.
"It came back with my husband's effects. He got it over there. It's very old. I usually keep it in a drawer, but I brought it out for Halloween because it's creepy. Now, that's all. I have work to do. I appreciate your help, Liam," said Mrs. Lambert, dismissing him with a grateful look.
Liam got up and as he left Mrs. Lambert thought she saw the signs of a bulge in Liam's shorts. After he had gone Mrs. Lambert picked up her ID and clipped it to her breast pocket. Then she frowned, unclipped it and held it up to her nose. It smelt of horny young man. She shut her eyes as a shudder went through her, long suppressed yearnings rising unbidden to her consciousness. As she imagined what might be with Liam, she started to become aroused. A moment later she felt an awful familiar coldness wash over her, and any thoughts of physical pleasure with Liam Johnson fled out of the window into the cold October morning.
After the interview with Mrs. Lambert, Liam Johnson went for a smoke. He headed outside to recover from his erotic brain-attack. He needed to get her off his mind. Smoking was banned not only in the building but on the property. There are ways around this. On any given day staff sidle furtively outside to hide in the trees and bushes that surround the buildings, usually alone, sometimes in pairs. Occasionally the pairs might have something in mind other than smoking, although the opportunities for hookups were better indoors.
With Halloween so close the days were getting chillier and today was unusually cold. The rear of the facility overlooked an exercise pool, now emptied for the winter. A large cafeteria with big picture windows overlooked the pool and landscaped grounds, so smokers had to hide behind a large cluster of rhododendrons to get their nicotine fix. The bushes were quite close to one side of the café and allowed a good view up-close of the happy diners without being seen.
The tables were set in rows, right up to the window and a few residents were eating snacks and whatnot at the tables, but it was mid-morning so not busy. What Liam did see was two new staff, young guys, Cliff and Scott, find chairs at a table right next to the big wall of glass, facing out, hanging their coats on the back of their chairs as they did so. No-one was sat either side of them and their coats obscured any view from the cafeteria behind. Liam could see them from his position, hidden in the rhododendron.
They set their trays down, a coffee and a soda, and pulled their chairs up to the table. With a quick glance to either side they unzipped their pants and pulled out their cocks. Cliff grasped Scott's cock in his left hand, while Scott grabbed hold of Cliff's in his right. Then they started jacking one another off right in front of Liam and within ten feet of the nearest diner, Bill, a retired army veteran sipping coffee and reading his newspaper. Cliff and Scott seemed to be having a race.
Liam was shocked. The sheer recklessness of the act in the cafeteria dismayed him. Mrs. Lambert was right. Liam felt a presence behind him.
"Wow," said Alice as she lit up next to Liam, observing the sex show in the cafeteria.
Alice was another assistant out for a smoke. Alice was short, about Liam's age, with average looks and figure, but she was very sharp and Liam liked her.
Liam knew Alice had designs on him, but he was holding out for Mrs. Lambert. Liam didn't want to completely burn his bridges with Alice, though, who was nice enough and available, so he nodded and smiled at her.
They both watched the show as Scott and Cliff tugged one another under the table, faster and faster until they saw cum spurt out of Scott's dick onto his lap, some even hitting the underside of the table. Scott continued jerking Cliff and a minute later Cliff erupted, his cum dribbling down Scott's hand and dripping onto the floor. They passed one another paper napkins from the table dispenser, cleaned themselves up, and stuffed their cocks back into their pants. Scott handed Cliff a ten dollar bill. They left the cum-soaked napkins on the table.
"Laura's working the tables today. She's going to be pissed," said Alice.
Scott and Cliff finished their drinks, and got up to leave. Their break was over. As they walked past Bill, Liam thought he saw the old resident give them a look of disgust. Perhaps he had seen something, after all. Liam noticed Alice fiddle with herself down in her pants. She stopped when she saw him looking.
