*** Abby ***
I sat in stunned silence for a bit, my eyes locked onto the door, my thoughts reeling. When I started to get cold, I pulled my feet out of the stirrups and curled up on the exam table, hoping to collect my warmth. My mind's eye darted from one image to the next.
I couldn't believe I got caught masturbating by my boss! I couldn't believe I lost control of my bladder! I couldn't believe my boss had suckled my nipple!
My mind raced back to that crazy moment when Connie bent over me and pulled my nipple into her mouth and my flush rose again, my nipple tingling in memory. My hand reached up and cupped my breast, pressing the nipple into my palm and shooting sensations through my chest and back.
Did Connie have her finger in my ass? My eyes glazed as I thought back to the scene and distinctly remembered riding not only the rabbit but her finger to a crashing and intense orgasm.
Wait. Was I about to be fired? What was Connie doing there?
Both shame and excitement coursed through me; the shame brought a blush to my cheeks and the excitement a heat to my chest. Images and feelings pervaded my mind's eye: my pussy, my clitoris, my Boss, my nipple, my rosebud, my amazing orgasm. As each image passed through my mind, sensations tingled up my body, straight into my core.
After ten minutes I did what I always do: I put what happened into a box and set it aside to investigate later. I got up, cleaned myself up, cleaned the floor, cleaned the table and set the room right. Finally, I gazed at myself in the exam room mirror -- everything was in order.
As I unlocked the door and stepped out, Connie passed by in the hall and said out of the side of her mouth with a tight nod, "Come then."
I woodenly followed her back to her office, not knowing what was going to happen next. She held the door as I entered and gestured to the chair across from hers, and as I sat, she closed the door and took her own seat across the desk from me.
She looked me up and down once, turned her chair to the side, leaned back and looking at a certificate on the side wall said in a heavier than normal Spanish accent "Caray! That was intense. Is it always intense for you?"
Her eyes darted to the side and stared at me again and as she did, I leaned back in my chair and relaxed a little. This wasn't a discussion about getting fired.
"No," I said. "I just... I just really needed that."
"Had it been a while?" she asked.
"In a way..." I started to think about how to answer the question, but a question of my own came out of my mouth first. I watched her more intensely and asked, "Did you set that up?"
Connie glanced to the right again and caught my expression of confusion. I saw the right side of the smirk curling her lip for a split-second.
"I saw you come out of the supply room and you appeared flustered." She waved one hand, dismissing the observation. "After that I knew you had seen the cart and I wanted to see what would happen if you had some privacy with it. You'd never come off as a prig and I had hoped you would take the opportunity to... help yourself."
I fell back in my chair, seeing how this had played out for her and still not understanding why the cart was there. My thoughts were interrupted by her as she asked a question.
"Do you like orgasms?" Her eyes flipped to me once again, an imperious eyebrow demanding an answer. Instead of gracing the question with a verbal answer, I crossed my arms and gave her a look that said "Duh..."
She turned her gaze back up to the certificate. "Can you imagine a life without them?" She stretched out the upturn in that question and flicked her eyes to me again. This time the expression on my face was disgust.
"There are some people who suffer from a condition preventing them from having orgasm. Did you know that? It is called anorgasmia."
My eyes widened, my eyebrows raised and I unfocused, imagining not being able to feel that joy. What came out of my mouth was, "That's so sad." I tried to imagine someone taking away that singular joy from me and while part of me was sad, another part got angry at the prospect.
Connie continued, "Once a month we have a special day in which we take special patients, patients who cannot have orgasms...and during that day we try to help."
I glanced up and back into her eyes across the table. This was not idle trivia and the cart in the supply room now had a context. Her acceptance of my solo adventure and her willingness to talk of the act so naturally made more sense.
Connie searched my face and saw the blossom of understanding on it. She continued, "We recently lost our nurse -- our special nurse -- and are looking for someone to fill the position. How would you feel about helping women who cannot orgasm to experience the joy you think is so vital to life?"
I quirked my eyebrow and tilted my head in an unspoken indication of interest.
"This position would come with more hours, a little more admin work, an appropriate bump in pay, and an opportunity to get to work closely with Dr. Martin and I."
As she said "work closely with Dr. Martin and I", her eyes darted to me again. My nipples tingled and my pussy pulsed in measure with my heart. I writhed a little in the chair, but finally sat up and asked, "What would my duties be?"
"The same as they have been." Connie answered. "Patient intake, patient counseling, exam room assistance, cleanup and a great deal of discretion -- the discretion being the most important part."
She watched me pointedly. "Can you be trusted?" she asked.
As she listed off the duties there was a part of my mind saying, "I can do that" to each and when she said, "Can you be trusted?" there was a part of my mind demanding she believe me when I said, "Yes."
Connie swiveled her seat back to center and focused on me. "Yes, you can be trusted or Yes, you'd be interested in filling the position?"
I sat tall at the edge of my chair and faced her down. "Both," I said.
She peered into my eyes for five long seconds, her eyes moved from eye to eye, to my lips, to the determined and confident set of my jaw. She smiled a small smile and leaned back again into her chair.
