Paula was drawn from her approaching orgasm by a thumping on the door of the medical centre. A muffled voice was saying they needed to see someone so open the door. Naturally the idiot knocking was oblivious to the notices showing the place had closed fifty minutes ago, at the same time it always did.
Vince kept thrusting his cock deep into the nurse's pussy bent on filling her with cum as they shagged on the floor behind reception.
Both stark naked they were in no shape to help the drunken fool with the scraped knee and elbow anyway, and would be unable to return to the staff room where their clothes were until the drunk had left.
"If only he could see you now eh?" Said Vince, ploughing on firmly. "Nurse Paula buck naked and fucking a young, black stud, on the floor, in reception, about to get a quim full of cum, and Loving it, the filthy tart."
At that the cleaner had to place his hand over Paula's mouth as she was about to scream out her orgasm and give the game away. Paula screamed into his grip and had one of her better cums. A minute later she came again as Vince shot his cum into her as deep as he could, enjoying the games they played. They had to wait five more minutes for the idiot to leave.
Back in the rest room, Vince idly played with Paula's body as she sat crossways on his lap. "So Eileen wants to know if I have a mate to fuck her does she? What's she like?"
"Like that Victoria Coren-Mitchell but with a sort of serious face, and a wee bit slimmer. She called me and was quite serious about getting laid, and not overly fussy. But like us, no mushy stuff, just sex. She can be a bit, erm, sort of, one of the lads, sometimes."
Not promising, Vince said he would look into it. It seems Eileen was a little rougher round the edges than Paula, less of a lady, but got looks from guys like any big breasted good looking woman. Even in uniform she looked pretty good.
Joe and Marcin, both of Polish decent, were twenty one, tall, fit and scruffy. Both vehicle mechanics, they were nice guys, but as horny as one would expect them to be.
"Coren-Mitchell? That smart bint off the telly? Oh I'd love to give that a few lengths an' make it squeal!" Affirmed Marcin.
"Fuck yes, bit plump but built for good hard shagging. Yes please, sign me up." Agreed Joe. Vince set things up.
On the night, Paula and Eileen met up in a busy pub, and awaited Vince and the candidate. One glass of wine later, and in walked Vince, with a few nights off work, followed by two healthy looking, white young men. Vince nodded and led the others to the bar.
"Fuck Paula, he brought them both, I said one at a time, how can I turn one down and not upset the other one? That might mean trouble."
"No need to panic, I expect there's a reason. Trust Vince." Paula said, defending her man.
After two drinks and some bland intro type chat, Vince delicately leaned toward the touchy subject at hand.
"So Eileen, who are you going to have poke you then?"
"Vince you blundering great pratt, have a modicum of style will you? God you sound like a pimp!" Paula said a bit loudly.
