Chapter One
Cassandra came into work today, not in her usual purple scrubs outfit. The uniform she had worn for over a dozen years she had been working here. It felt strange to walk through the halls of the hospital with her form-fitting white blouse and black pencil skirt. She knew her shift started an hour ago, but she had already had a conversation with her supervisor. A self-absorbed cunt who was a decade younger than Cassandra with a decade less experience but two years more schooling and a few more certifications.
Working for Miami General Hospital was one of the best jobs that Cassandra had had in her life. Now at 38 years old, she had just told her supervisor the best damn words she had ever spoken. "I quit."
While her cunt supervisor struggled to find enough words to describe the unprofessional nature of her quitting, Cassandra kindly reminded said cunt of all the unprofessional things she got away with as a supervisor. Pawning off her duties on subordinates, arriving late every day, leaving early, taking two-hour lunches, making others work over when she didn't even come close to clocking 35 hours a week...
And that was just the tip of the iceberg. By the time Cassandra left her office, her supervisor was fuming with her face beet red, and Cassandra wore the first of several satisfied smirks of the day.
"Knock, knock..." Cassandra said as she knocked on the door to the dimly lit room. "Hey, Emily, I thought I saw you hiding in here."
Emily looked up from her microscope with an embarrassed, small smile on her lips as she squirmed uncomfortably on the stool she sat.
"Oh, hi there, didn't-didn't see you there," Emily said, barely opening her mouth to speak.
Emily was probably Cassandra's shiest and quietest friend at work. Emily was a new hire. A 20-year-old girl who interned while in college for nursing. Due to how socially awkward she was, Emily spent most of her time in the dark lab down in the basement, where she prepped samples for testing. Which was a shame, Cassandra always thought. The quiet, skinny girl always had a sexy way about her. Her 32DD breasts were tucked inside her scrubs, and her long brown hair was tied back into a ponytail, leaving just her thick-rimmed black glasses for her to try to hide behind.
Cassandra saw Emily notice Cassandra's wardrobe and then Cassandra's body. Emily's cheeks reddened before she spun back to her work. Cassandra smiled as she entered the room. On more than one occasion, Cassandra had caught Emily giving lingering stares of interest at Cassandra's body or another nurse's ass when bent over. Emily, of course, would deny it. She was raised as religious as they came and was taught that sex was between a man and a woman and only for procreation-never for pleasure.
Cassandra, being the middle-aged bi-sexual she was, always took pleasure in teasing and tempting Emily while on break or in passing. Cassandra would never push it too far, of course, like every other normal person in this world. She had fantasies about coworkers, patients, and certain supervisors. It was only natural. But like every other person, Cassandra never acted on them because she would be fired and lose everything. But now...
"So, I don't know if you heard," Cassandra said, leaning against a cold metal table against the wall. "Today's my last day."
"What? Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know," Emily said, making eye contact briefly before looking back down at the ground. Cassandra smirked at Emily's propensity for apologizing all the time.
"That's okay, no one did; I didn't even until last week," Cassandra said. Her long white legs and thick thighs caught Emily's glances.
"Is-is everything alright?"
"Yeah, it's great, actually," Cassandra twisted the blinds to the one window in the room that kept those in the hall from seeing inside the room. "I came into some money, so I guess you can say I'm taking an early retirement."
"Oh, that's, um, that's great," Emily spoke barely above a whisper. "It was nice, um, working with you." She gave an awkward smile before turning back to the sample tray as she stood over.
Cassandra smiled to herself as she pushed off the table and walked towards Emily. Feeling a warmth building in her sex, Cassandra stepped behind Emily and hugged her from behind. Cassandra's arms easily wrapped around Emily's thin hips.
"Mmm... I'll miss you so much," Cassandra whispered as her thick lips planted a lingering kiss on Emily's neck. Emily went stiff and took a deep breath as she steadied herself.
"Oh, um-um, me t-too," Emily stuttered.
Cassandra's palms flattened on Emily's taut belly and rubbed down to her thighs and then back up to just below her breasts before lowering again and inching close to her sex before raising to cup her breasts. Emily froze. Her breath became dystonic, and for the briefest of moments, she could feel Emily press her ass backward into Cassandra's crotch.
Cassandra smiled and released her hands, walking away from Emily, who had to catch herself on the table. In the back corner of the dark room was a black leather couch that was put in place for nurses and doctors to wait while their sample took 20 to 40 minutes to finish its test. Cassandra sat on the left side of the couch, flattening out her skirt as she did.
"Hey, Emily... why don't you come to have a seat with me?" Cassandra offered. There was some hesitation in Emily's actions but no protests as she walked over and maneuvered to sit beside Cassandra. "No, no... why don't you sit here..." Cassandra patted her palms on her lap.
Emily stared in confusion at Cassandra's lap, not knowing if this was a test or a joke that she rarely got. She stood, not knowing what to do or how to respond.
"Come on, Em, I don't have all day," Cassandra said with a smile.
Emily stiffly sat down on Cassandra's lap and, with Cassandra's guiding hands, was moved so that Emily's back was against the armrest, and her feet rested on the spare seat beside Cassandra.
"There you go..." Cassandra said, her hand rubbing down the center of Emily's small framed body.
Cassandra's hand slipped down the front of Emily's panties. Emily's face was a mix of begging, pleasure, and panic as Cassandra's fingers, then her palm, curved over the top of her crotch.
"Mmmm very good girl..." Cassandra said. "I love your panty choice, so cute!" The panties were hot pink with white glittery lettering off centered that read a single word.
'SEXY'
The compromised position Emily found herself obviously through her for a loop. She sat stiff and uncomfortable, looking at Cassandra's lap, then looking up at Cassandra. Emily's foot dangled above the floor while the other foot brushed the top of the black couch Cassandra sat on. Cassandra held onto the back of Emily's neck firmly, but most of her back rested on the armrest of the couch. It was how an adult held a child and not a 20-year-old nursewoman. She obviously wasn't used to being in such a compromising position and wiggled about from that fact.
Emily's breasts jiggled beneath her matching hot pink bra. The bra barely looked as though it could hold her breasts down.
"I definitely agree you are sexy in those panties," Cassandra said. "Do you like it when my hand does this?"
