It was another hectic day for Samantha as she went about her rounds at Dr. Rosenthalâs offices. The doctor was one of Californiaâs most popular, and hence busiest, plastic surgeons. Today the doctor wasnât in, out playing golf with some celebrity, and had left his nurses with a heavy workload.
Samantha was a fairly attractive and bright 21 year old woman. She had graduated from high school early and finished college in record pace, which caught the eye of Dr. Rosenthal when she applied for the job. She stood at about five foot six, and sported a very trim frame from her daily jogging regime. Under her white buttoned up shirt, and conservative knee length grey skirt was a well shaped athletic figure. A modest 30B bust and firm rear made her popular with the guys. That was when she got the opportunity to get out, an activity which was becoming harder to come by with work commitments.
Samantha was the newest of the nursing staff, only having been with the doctor for three months, she found the work fairly mundane. Because most people who came in had had cosmetic surgery they didnât want to share many details about themselves. And the celebrity patients were always handled by senior staff so as to maintain their confidentiality. Because it was such a prestigious position, none of the senior nurses would even speak about their famous cliental in the lunchroom.
So Samantha was destined to look after the average Californian who was looking to get rid of a few wrinkles here, a nip and tuck there, a bit of liposuction over here, and the occasional breast implant. She had to admit that when she first arrived it was a little awkward to handle another womanâs breast and have to physically inspect it at close proximity. But she eventually developed a tolerance for it. Besides most of the boob jobs she had to look at were ladies in the late thirties and forties who had well heeled husbands and too much time on their hands. They never looked particularly attractive, not that Samantha had ever approached a client as being anything more than another of the dayâs tasks.
Samantha walked down the corridor to the nurseâs reception and picked up her next clipboard file from patient box. She quickly looked over the details to see what this patient had done. Today was outpatient day and Sam and the other nurses were checking on Dr. Rosenthalâs handy work. Sam looked around for a cup of coffee, but there was none brewed, so she slinked off towards the private examination room at the end of the hallway.
As she flipped through the file she noted that her patient was another breast enlargement patient. She flipped back to her details and noticed that the woman, an Erica Taylor, was only 24 years old. That was unusual for this practice. Sam certainly hadnât handled a breast enhancement patient that young. She arrived at the examination room door and looked at her reflection in the glass shielding on one of the doctorâs paintings on the wall. Sam flicked her shoulder length black hair back, and straightened her glasses, before opening the door.
Seated in one of the plush swivel chairs was a very attractive young woman. She certainly couldnât be more than the 24 listed, her face flawless with the slightest bit of makeup and luscious crimson lips. Sam wondered if the doctor had done those as well. Erica turned in the chair to face Sam and stood to greet her. Sam only noticed the rather expensive gold and diamond chain bracelet which hung from her wrist as she shook hands with the Erica.
Sam walked around Erica and behind the desk placing her file down before sitting. Erica was a very attractive woman she wore a low cut black shirt which emphasized Dr. Rosenthalâs work. Her cleavage was huge, Sam estimated at least 34DD if not slightly bigger. Erica stood about five foot five in her high heeled boots. She had a curvaceous body which drew attention to her shapely hips and ass, and her new silicone breasts. She also wore a slim fitting mid thigh beige skirt which allowed the faintest hint of her stomach and her olive complexion.
âMs Taylor, my name is Samantha and Iâm one of Dr. Rosenthalâs surgical nurses and by the looks of your file this is your fourth visit following surgery ⌠so you should know the routine,â Sam said as she read through the file. She looked up through her glasses to see the seated Erica smile and nod approval. Erica had an aura that relaxed Sam a little, she didnât come off as one of those picky patients who complains and makes the nurses life hard. Sam had already had one of those this morning and didnât need another.
âYou surprise me,â said Erica, âI usually get one of the older nurses to examine me. I didnât know someone as young as me would get to work in a place like this.â Erica followed her comment with a broad smile, one which Sam returned before making a few notes on the file.
âSo you had a breast enhancement procedure?â asked Sam, still a little shocked that someone so young an attractive had undergone such a surgery. Judging by the notes and Ericaâs pre-surgery photos, she had been well endowed before the operation. âHow are things going?â
âGreat, canât say Iâm dissatisfied, the doctor did a fantastic job,â answered the bubbly Erica. Her flowing blonde hair swayed in the light, she flicked it back with her hand. Sam again catching a look at the expensive jewelry; this girl has some serious money. It made her wonder what Erica did, was she a spoiled rich kid? Or did she earn it? And if so how? Sam could only guess how someone at 24 could afford those things and Dr. Rosenthalâs bill.
âSo, no pain at all? No discomfort?â Sam made a few more short notes on her file before putting the clip board back down.
âNone whatsoever,â again Erica was very chirpy, as if happy to see Sam. Sam eyed the gorgeous woman again, she glimpsed at the enormous breasts that she bore and wondered why she had wanted them so big? And why Dr. Rosenthal had even allowed it.
âSo youâve had no impairment of function? Everything is in order. What about when youâre sexually intimate? Nothing wrong?â asked Sam, she was embarrassed the first time she had to ask a much older woman those questions, but now they were standard and came with the terrain. Her job was to be thorough.
âNo, in fact I think theyâve been fantastic whenever Iâve been having sex. I havenât had any pain, even when Iâve had people play with them, or even when they suck on them.â
Sam was a little shocked at the frankness of Ericaâs answer, most people would say yes or no, but she delivered an explicit answer without blinking an eye. She must have been one laid back person, or someone who was very comfortable with their sexuality.
Erica continued to smile, Sam didnât want to appear too uncomfortable about what her patient had just said, but a whole raft of questions ran through her mind. She talked about people playing with her, which meant more than one person didnât it? And with the obvious expensive jewelry and clothes, maybe Erica was a high class hooker? It probably wasnât the first time one had come through these offices, and they did make a lot of money.
âWell if youâd like to go sit up on the examination table, Iâll just wash up and be right with you. Weâll do the physical exam,â said Sam as she got out of her seat and headed in the opposite direction to the small sink to wash her hands.
Erica got out of her swivel chair and walked over to the examination table; she climbed the one step and sat on the fairly rigid folding top. The padding was very meager, like most medical exam tables, she sat up facing Sam and crossed her legs, waiting for the nurse to finish up.
Sam finished scrubbing and dried her hands, she turned to see Erica still fully clad smiling at her as she sat on the exam table. âAhhh, can you take your jacket off?â asked Sam politely. Erica removed her thin black leather jacket, a designer label for sure, again she flicked her flowing hair back over her shoulders and smiled.
