Thanks to
SaneManiax
for editing this particular installment.
Ahem, so now, we head back inside the stark building known as Meretrix Hills Asylum. It's another hallway. This one extremely dank, and the definite look of a seldom travelled or even cleaned passage. We find Laura, hurrying down the hall in heels that are certainly beyond the regulations of footwear allowed for patients of the asylum...
Laura shuddered as she stood in front of the heavy imposing door, knowing just how tough this was going to be. She was going to have to pull out all the stops. The string bikini she wore under her ugly uniform was certainly going to help in that regard.
She could feel the strings around her curves, digging in under the pressure of holding up her big tits.
Her piercing was clearly visible through the material, at least when it wasn't covered up by her uniform anyway. She loved the way it kept her nipple hard and distended.
She opened the door, the latch squeaking, removing any hope of getting the drop on him. Not that she thought there was much chance of that anyway. He had the reflexes and instincts of a weasel. Well, maybe a weasel that enjoyed inflicting pain and was evil to the core.
She looked around at the dank room, again as disturbed as she was every time she was in here. She was surrounded by all kinds of medical equipment, all hidden in shadows. Some of it was recognisable from her time as a nurse, but most of it was surgical and she'd never been a surgical nurse. It was definitely an uncomfortable decor.
"Laura, to what do I owe the pleasure?" a thin, reedy, sneaky, and above all, weaselly voice asked.
Laura turned in shock, although in hindsight she should have known he would be lurking in the shadows somewhere.
She'd pretty much walked past him as she slowly entered his 'office', for want of a better word. Operating room and laboratory were two other words that seemed very applicable.
"Dr Ramirez, I need a favour," she told him.
"Oh really? Well this is a turn up for the books," he replied, brightly. "And I'm going to hazard a guess that this is a favour you would like to keep hidden from our dear Matron, correct?"
He was such a weasel, always intelligent enough to see the best way through a problem or opportunity and quick enough to seize it every time. Still, it was exactly as she'd expected.
"Yes Dr Ramirez, that's correct."
"Well-well, I suppose that might be possible. What do you require of me?"
"I'm bringing in a guest, a FUCKING SKANK WHORE!" she suddenly shouted, her emotions getting the best of her as she thought of her target.
He was startled by the outburst but Laura's mood swings were pretty well known by almost every resident of the asylum. Mostly if they weren't targeted at you and you didn't provoke her, you were fine. He'd never been the target before, as he projected his own aura of fear and so far the two of them had never had cause to clash. He wasn't stupid enough to provoke her.
"Yes?" he asked, warily.
"I was hoping you might be willing to help me, 'entertain' her," she asked, making quotation marks in the air with her hands.
Her past as a nurse meant Ramirez was confident she knew exactly what she was saying when she used that code word.
"A plaything, really?" he asked.
"Yes, but not just for you, I want to play with her as well. A lot," she replied
It had been quite a while since he'd 'entertained' a 'plaything', so the prospect of a doing so again was very exciting, but unfortunately, impossible.
"I'd love to help you Laura, but Ms Sarah has banned me from entertainments I'm afraid. It would be too much of a risk."
"I thought you might say that at first."
Laura yanked open her uniform, popping the single button that held it closed, revealing her DDs trapped inside the string bikini.
"Oh," Ramirez grunted at the sight.
The string bikini was a zebra pattern with pink edging, and it was technically a one piece. The strings ran from around her neck, like a halter top, down over her big, olive titties, widening just enough to conceal her nipples and then down and around to her hips where they joined the waistband. The covering over her mound was so thin it was see through, revealing that she was shaved bald. At the back, her arse crack was barely hidden by the skimpy material.
"So I came prepared to sweeten the deal," she told him.
Her nipples were already hard. She reached up and tweaked her piercing, drawing his attention to it.
"Oh Laura," he moaned.
"You like?" she asked.
She turned slowly to let him get a look at the big olive globes of her arse spilling out of the tiny bottom.
"Oh you slut, you know I can't resist you."
Laura smirked as she watched him start shedding his clothes. His six inch peter came into view, hard already. It waved around as he stripped.
When finished, he stepped towards her, eager to get his hands on her smooth skin and have his way with her. She knew she needed to get the business dealt with first.
"My favour?" she asked with her hand on his hairy chest, holding him at bay.
She'd played him perfectly. He'd sell his own mother to a slave trader to have her at this point.
"Yes, yes, I'll do it you fucking bitch," he told her eagerly.
His cock pushed up against her bikini clad mound as he stepped into her embrace and filled his hands with her jiggly butt cheeks. He rolled them around in his hands.
"Oh god yes," he moaned.
His hairy chest rubbed against her nipples through her bikini.
"Mmm, you're so easy doctor," she told him.
He didn't like the thought of being so easily manipulated by someone he saw as easily manipulated.
"Be careful Laura, don't forget Daniel," he told her in annoyance and with more than a hint of menace.
How could she forget? Very few people knew how truly vengeful, evil, depraved and conniving Dr Ramirez could be. He had no limits. Daniel's fate proved that. Still, Laura wasn't always at the top of her game in keeping control of her own impulses.
