He walked into my room while I was sleeping. A low-cost hospital's janitor located in some less prosperous suburban area of Bangkok used his spare key to take care of my resting room's door lock. He was a fat, old Asian guy in his fifties who had got many strange and eerie behavior. One thing, he always wore his dirty boxer shorts and wandered around the surgical ward (my ward) building, only god knew why. I could not fathom why he did not put on more appropriate pants. And more puzzlingly, why the administrator board did not fire his ass out of the hospital was beyond my caliber. I had noticed that he was a big pervert too. He always set his old wooden working desk, which you could normally see in Thai government owned facilities everywhere under the staircases. His intention was to look up and hoped to see what lay underneath all female medical officer's skirts when those girls like myself wore the short ones to work.
I heard he was an immigrant from Cambodia or some neighborhood countries of Thailand, which I was not sure at the time. But I was quite sure that I had seen him touching his private part furtively when he saw new good-looking female doctors or nurses in the dark corner of his musty under staircases office. He stopped and gave me an angry gaze back every time when he noticed me catching him doing that disgusting thing. And his glaring showed an unequivocal lust in his reddish eyes.
I heard he used to be a veteran mercenary in some minority ethnic group's army around the border of Thailand. His army had been prevailed by the country's federal government forces. So, he escaped the capture and entered into Thai's soil then settled here in Thailand since then. That was long time ago. But how did he end up here in this godforsaken hospital was beyond me. And I felt like his suspicious past had been intentionally concealed by the old-timers and administrators here.
My name is Lin. I was a certified doctor and an investigator from the DSI (Department of Special Investigation. It kinda like Thai's FBI under Thai's Department of Justice.). I was assigned to do an undercover assignment here in this suburban low-cost hospital. The department wanted me to monitor the behaviors of the hospital's employees and executives. Three weeks ago, two newborn infants and a nurse were found dead in the obstetric ward. It was a gruesome murder and easily became the talk of the town just over a night. For the infants, their livers, kidneys and pancreases were disappeared from their bodies, and for the nurse, there were sexual harassment and torture traces all over her body. She had been suffered from an inhuman sexual abuse and brutally killed afterward. I heard somebody in the hospital said it was some kind of shaman's ritual of turning a soul into a slave.
The investigation had reached the dead end by the local police because of their limited resources and manpower. So, the case had been kicked up to be the national issue and had been transferred to Department of Justice for more attentions and resources of investigation by the DSI. The department entrusted me who was a real doctor but had decided to change my career path to becoming a homicide psychologist under the DSI few years ago. Of course, no one in this hospital knew about my real status. They just only knew that I was a resident doctor in the Surgery Department. A young fresh graduated Asian doctor who looked like a Victoria's Secret model than a medical student.
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The janitor closed the door very furtively to prevent anyone from hearing and seeing his dark as hell intention. He might have needed to get into my room just to steal some of my worn underwear or picked them up to smelled them or something of that sort. I knew he was aware that I almost always wore sexist ones when he was looking up my skirt when I was climbing up the staircases. Even though, how hard I tried to conceal them from his horny as prisoner eyes, but he would devise the way to pierce his pervert eyesight through my skirt anyhow. And of course, he would be touching his private part afterward and sneered at me like he just won some kind of sexual harassing game. And definitely I almost always noticed that deviant behavior every time. However, I intend to let him see my underwear and did not say anything just for the purpose of pretending that I was just an ordinary meek doctor.
So tonight, he might be assuming that my room could have filled with my worn sexy underwear all over the place. Actually, I got only few of sexually provoking lingerie, but I must admit that they were utterly skimpy like those being worn by the dancer girls in some strip club. Actually, it was not my style of wearing my underwear. But I did it out of the notion that it might have drawn the attentions of the old janitor and other perverts in the hospital that could have something related to my investigation. Because from my detective's sense, I felt like the janitor could have a crucial key to this grisly murder case in some way, but I just did not know what it was. And now he had hooked by my bait already.
However, after I started wearing this kind of showy underwear, I felt addicted to them. It made me so hot sometime when knowing some colleagues or some patients of mine were peeking up my skirt or leering through a down blouse of my wide neck shirt. I just realized that I was a bit of an exhibitionist and I could not help it, even though I was a doctor. Sometimes, I would think that showing my body was a part of my duty in order to cure my patients. It was somewhat a process of elevating their morale. They had been suffering long enough of their illnesses. Why not give them some little happiness? That was not going hurt anybody, was it? I would think.
For one thing, I had a body that I could show with pride. (Thank you, mom.) And I thought all of my male patients knew about my secretly exhibitionist behavior too. Because when we met at the ward's corridor during the day, they always greeted me by asking me to check on their surgical wound conditions, which required me bending over to them. Then they would take a chance to take a glance (or to gaze for somebody) into my blouse hoping to see my D-cup breasts which cladded in Victoria's Secret see-through lace bra. They always tried to make it like they did not see my pinky-perky nipples, but I knew they did, and did it well with their horny eyes. And I knew they would keep imagining about my sweet lace underwear and my D-cup pair of melons for all day long after I left the building...
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Back to my ward resting room, unfortunately, that night the temperature was so high, as same as in the old janitor mind. The time was in the mid of April, the hottest summer month for Thailand. To make thing worse, this ramshackle governmental owned hospital ward did not have any air-condition installed in. Normally, I would go to bed with only thin t-shirt and tiny cotton panties. But on that super-hot night I wore only panties with my upper body completely naked. Moreover, I was very tired from being an assistant surgeon in a marathon gastrectomy operation few hours before I went to bed. When I got into my room I kind of tossed my clothes away and grabbed a quick glass of wine then dried it up in a single gulp then I was completely gone asleep. That definitely made my sleeping so oblivious.
The Janitor tiptoed stealthily into the living area of my room. He slowly picked my tossed green surgeon pants from the floor up then carefully flipped the inside part of the pants out. He leered on the crotch part excitingly. He harshly sank his nose onto the inside crotch part of my pants where the cloths touched to my pussy and took a big deep breath in then he smiled pleasingly.
