Right we're almost half-way now. But there is still loads to tell you about my cast of sexually dysfunctional characters who either wear or want to get inside the nurse's uniform, preferably with Sammi still in it!
Seeing the scores that the readers are giving this series and the ratings awarded by Lit, I don't seem to be doing too well. Is there not enough action? Do I digress too much? Or are there other reasons? I would value your opinions. Each one I receive will get a photo of me or Sammi in our underwear! Now I can't be fairer than that can I?
Chapter 1
After Mike's trip to Saudi, somehow, and he had no real idea how or why, things progressed quickly. Contracts were prepared, plans were agreed, meetings took place and, suddenly, it all began to happen. The German and Saudi money came through, the deal was agreed in principle on the building near Windsor, the refurbishments to that were scheduled, recruitment got going and all the operating procedures and systems just seemed to fall into place. To the consternation of the owners of the clinic where he currently worked, Mike had resigned and, despite them offering to almost double his package he had left.
Mike was amazed.
At one moment it all looked to be a disaster and at the next, Claire, who was acting as his personal lawyer, told him that the arrangements were proceeding well for the "closing ceremony" where everything would be signed.
"And there, big boy," she said, slipping her robe off as she came from the bathroom into their bedroom, "I will, at last, meet them all."
"All?" Mike asked looking up from the FT he was reading in bed.
"Yes, your fantasy bit Sammi, Emma and the Al Korensis."
"Mmmm yes you will won't you?" Mike replied adding. "Why will Sammi be there?"
"She has to sign a waiver and some other documents about the therapy and role-plays. Can't have you being done for living off immoral earnings can I when she fucks half your patients?"
"Hmmm," was all Mike could say
Claire walked round the end of the bed and sat down at the dressing table. Her "full" body wobbled with every movement. She was pretty big everywhere, but certainly not gross nor in the BBW category; round about a size 14 with something like 36 double d tits a 28 inch waist, hip measurement in the low forties and a nice round, full arse that Mike called cuddly, Korlen called lickable and many others had simply called big. Her height, around five feet nine, enabled her to carry her size off quite well and overall, she came across as being quite sexy, but then women that put out "I'm available" vibes as she did, usually do.
She and Mike had sex. Not fantastic, not mind-blowing or earth shattering, but satisfying and pleasant love-making. That's what their relationship had come to. Pleasant love-making together, and lots of bits on the side. They were both too embarrassed to actually count how many they had, but in the recent past, for both of them the numbers seemed to have increased dramatically.
Not just the numbers, but also, certainly on Claire's part, the relationships as well. Fucking the German financier, Korlen, who was providing some of the funding for Mike, was one thing, after all she introduced them and she had fucked him before he knew Mike. So nothing wrong there. But having what was now becoming a full on affair with Mike's mentor, one time professor, now work colleague and fellow shareholder in the new clinic, Sir Bernard Prestle, was pushing it. She knew that, she was aware of the dangers, she knew he was married with children and she knew he loved his wife and thought a hell of a lot of Mike, but all that just made the whole scene with him more interesting and stimulating.
It had been the same when she was married. She seemed to have this need to seduce any man that got really close to her husband, somewhat like what was happening with Bernard and Korlen and Mike. She had "given herself" to her ex husband's business partner in the art gallery they had started, she had seduced his best friend and she'd had sex with his brother. What a bitch I am, she often thought, but then conditioned that with, well it takes two to tango!
Despite Sammi's reservations about the part she would be playing in Mike's use of intereactionary neuroses therapy, she was also becoming excited. She had been on a few training courses, purely the theory so far, and had been withdrawn by La Crème from normal duties to assist Emma with the mass of logistics she was working on for the opening of the Windsor clinic, which was going to be in less than six weeks time. Sammi had been surprised to hear that Emma was also going to take the full training course; she made a mental not to aske her why?
Working closely with Emma was part a joy and part a torment for Sammi.
She was in total awe of Emma's knowledge about hospital and clinic management, nursing procedures, the hotel aspect and all the other functions making up a modern facility. If she was in awe of that, she had no term to describe her feelings about Emma's organisational skills. Just like her tits, Sammi smiled, they are simply amazing. Emma never panicked, she always seemed to have time for everything, nothing seemed to happen that she hadn't catered for and her planning and prioritisation covered everything.
The torment came from the incredible sexual vibes that the older woman generated towards her. Emma was a clear thinker. Anyone running the number and type of businesses she was, had to be. She did very few things on impulse, everything was thought out, well-planned and organised. And so her desire for Sammi was nothing really to do with emotions, not even really to do with the younger woman's physical attractiveness, as strong as that was, it was all to do with her getting power over her. She knew that if she could fully control the blonde, mould her and manipulate her, she could well develop Sammi as her successor.
Not so much in running the businesses, the UK nursing agency, the one that recruited nurses worldwide for employment in Saudi, the investigation agency and the call girl service in Saudi that she was planning to expand into several other Middle Eastern countries, but more in the liaison, as she termed it, shagging as others called it, with top clients like the Al Korensis.
Now that the Sheikh had passed most aspects of the family business, including her, down to his two sons Ahmad and Sunni, Emma knew she was a bit long in the tooth for them and their contemporaries in the region who she was, more and more doing business with. Sure fucking an older woman was fun, for a while and for many twenty and early thirty somethings it was a bit of a turn on, but she knew it would be short lived.
For some time she had been on the look out for a younger woman who she could bring into the very heart of her business dealings. The CV of that woman, though was very restrictive. She had to be stunning looking, she had to be a nurse, she had to be bright, able, very business-minded, money oriented, highly ambitious and, above all else, she had to have, in technical terms, the morals of an alley cat. Sammi to a tee she had thought after she saw the test results during Sammi's employment process with La Creme.
In Emma's typically manipulative style, she worked out that to control and persuade Sammi in the way she wanted, she had to make Sammi dependant upon her, make Sammi need her, if necessary make Sammi love her, in a way; in the sort of way many secretaries love their boss.
Now she wasn't naive and she knew that if Sammi had the strength of character she would need to take on the job, then she wasn't going to be so girlschooly mawkish as to have a crying, pleading crush on her. She knew that the attraction she had to create wouldn't be based on typical love, but on admiration, the key emotion she had to tap was not Sammi not being able to be parted from her, but of being in awe of her; it was all about admiration not infatuation!
She knew full well Sammi was bi, she knew that she was active and she knew that soon they would have sex. And that was the second part of the manipulation. Emma guessed that Sammi was a typical London West End, club-going lipstick. Probably dabbled with a few friends without really making a full commitment; not a commitment to a person, but one to having full on lesbian sex. And that was what Emma was going to teach her. How to get a level of sexual excitement from a woman that no man could replicate.
It was ironic that Emma was thinking along those lines for Sunni and Ahmad had discussed it several times. They acknowledged, as far as any Saudi man could, their indebtedness to Emma. They recognised that she had been a good mistress for their father, although in both his and their eyes, she was really nothing more than a whore and that she had been a good teacher to them in the sexual ways of western women. They also accepted that, but for her and her sexual ministrations, several of the deals where they had made stacks of money just would not have happened. But she was of another generation to theirs. The power in their country was passing from her age group and upwards to her age group and downwards, so she was being squeezed both ways.
That said, they still enjoyed sex with her, regularly, just as Abdullah their father had before them. Often whenever either or, both were in the UK, Emma would get a call. It could be to come to their London flat in Belgrave Square, one of their several houses dotted around the country or a suite in a hotel. It could be just Ahmad, it could be just Sunni and it could be both of them. Whatever the combination, Emma knew she would be in for a tough time. They were both very demanding, had fantastic recovery powers and amazing stamina, but then guys in their mid to late twenties should have, she thought. She preferred being just with Ahmad, for he was gentler and didn't push her for anal sex, whereas Sunni always demanded that. Whether he was fucking her alone, or whether he was fucking her with Ahmad, or whether he was fucking her with another man they might bring along, or with one of their other women or a girl that Emma supplied, it was her arse he attended to mostly.
Sammi wasn't usually attracted to women. She never looked at a girl and thought, I'd love to fuck that or wondered what other girls looked like naked. He "bi-ness" wasn't like that. Sure, she could admire another woman's beauty or figure, but not in a sexual way. That only raised its head when availability and opportunity came into the equation. Dancing with a girl in a club and their bodies touched, seeing a woman who smiles and holds her gaze just that moment too long, having a woman be a bit touch feely, maybe a sales assistant in a clothes store, that was the sort of thing that could raise her sexual temperature, but then only if that was accompanied by good looks and a nice body. She was picky and choosy.
But her feelings about Emma were different.
At nights in bed Sammi was prone to thinking about her far more than she had any other woman she had known and been attracted to. Her luscious lips, her rounded, curved body, her gorgeous face, her tanned, lithe legs that Sam had seen that evening she had visited the offices of La Crème and Emma had modelled the new uniform and, of course, her gorgeous full breasts that Sam so envied.
