12 comments/ 66443 views/ 8 favorites Nursing The Enemy Ch. 01 By: SylviaG He had spent 4 hours in surgery. I looked at the pins and plates holding his legs together. He was comfortable now, but when he woke up, that would be when my job really started. I took a few minutes out to have a coffee; I read his notes as I sat there, it didn't really make good bedtime reading. He had come off his motorbike, and ended up wrapped around a tree. His legs had been pinned, they ended up bent and disfigured, but now they were held together by the bars. His left arm was in plaster too, broken in 3 places. I went back in and looked at him. He looked so peaceful, when he woke up that would all change. So there I was cleaning the blood off his face from various cuts and scratches. He began to murmur. I watched him for a moment. "You poor sod," I mumbled under my breath. I paged the doctor, 2 minutes later two doctors and 2 more experienced nurses came into the room. I backed out the door. I could hear him groaning, and then yelling. The doctors talked to him trying to calm him down. I went outside and bumped into Millie. "How is he?" "He's just come round, screaming," I replied. "Good, I hope it hurts like fuck," she spat. I watched her stub her fag out like she was angry. She looked at me waiting for me to say something. Her eyes were hard and piercing. "Well aren't you going to say what a bitch I am?" She waited for an answer for a second and then left. I pushed my chicken around the plate. "So will he be OK?" I put my knife and fork down knowing what was coming next. I looked across at my husband. He just sat there chewing and looking at me waiting for an answer. "Shame he didn't kill himself," he spat. I threw my napkin on the table and stormed to the kitchen. I stood washing up listening to the radio, the motorbike accident was big news in a small town like ours, and seeing who he was, it was always going to make headlines. The owner of 6 successful garages had skidded and come off his bike. His girlfriend was reported to be by his bedside, she hadn't even come to the hospital. "I don't want you nursing him, ask to be reassigned." He began drying up. I could feel his eyes watching me, waiting for my response. I was trying to keep calm. "We are short staffed." The plate he was drying crashed to the ground making me jump. I heard his footsteps walking away, and then the front door slammed. I crouched down to pick up the shattered plate. 2 days later I was back in the hospital. So much for some time with my husband, he was moody and we hardily spoke. His father had come to visit us, and had given me a lecture, on where my loyalties should lie as my husband and his sister looked on. "How do you feel?" I asked, as I tidied his bedclothes. He just gave me a look that asked if I was mad, I ignored it. He winced as I lifted his head and held the cup to his lips; he coughed and then swallowed the pills. "Fuck it hurts," he mumbled, as I lowered his head to the pillow. I stood outside with Millie taking a fag break. "How is he?" she asked, staring up at the rain. "In pain, and feeling down, what you would expect." She smirked and went back inside. I stood in my nightdress rubbing lotion into my hands. "Dave I'm not in the mood," I mumbled. He just ignored me, his hand continued underneath my short nightdress. His lips buried into my neck. The thin straps were pulled from my shoulders. The nightdress slipped off my breasts, and fell as far as Dave's hands that worked on my pussy. I went limp like a rag doll. He spun me round and kissed me hard. I just stared into his eyes. I turned away from his mouth, first one way then the other. He gripped my chin and smiled. His mouth moved over mine, and his eyes watched me as he kissed me hard. I was still in rag doll mode. I made no attempt to respond to him. He backed me onto the bed, and I felt his face between my legs. He lapped at my pussy and groaned as he did so. "I don't want it. Stop," I droned. He moved up the bed and pushed into me. I put my hand around his neck wanting to hold him. "No Karen not yet, will you talk to me for awhile" he groaned excitedly. I put my arm back over my head. "Do you have to," I started. "You are my wife, remember the vows you took?" he mumbled, "I saw you talking to him. Then you looked at me as he whispered in your ear. You just stood there staring at me with that bitch look on your face." He began to pant and grunt. I was giving him the look now, the one that turned him on so much, that cold, almost mocking look. "Hurry up and finish will you," I mumbled. "I bet you don't say that to him, bitch." "He hasn't fucked me yet, and I mean yet," I spat. He was close already. His face rubbed over mine. His tongue speared into my mouth. There it was the smell of my pussy. His eyes watched mine again. But he was closer now, yes here we go. His ass was getting faster and faster. I wrapped my legs around his back and I moaned a little. Yep there it was making the short journey up his cock into my pussy. I squeezed him into me with my legs. I held him there as I tightened my pussy and milked him. "God that was great," he mumbled. I smiled as he moved down the bed. "Go on try it, I dare you?" He looked between my legs. Oh he did want to try it I could see that, he just didn't have the nerve. We smiled at each other. The next morning I watched my husband pace around reading his notes. I owed him so much; I vowed one day to pay him back for getting me out of the nightmare I had been dragged into. Last night we had talked for hours. My husband was passionate about our conversation. What we talked about turned me on, more than I really wanted to admit. Then we fucked again, my mind ran through everything he had asked me to do. "What?" he asked looking up from his notes. "I'm going away this weekend." "Hello babe, I'm free this weekend....Yeah, he's so wrapped up in his garages he wouldn't even know." I watched my husband lick his lips. I just raised an eyebrow daring him to say something. He didn't, he just watched me. I laughed into the phone, as I pulled my husband's zip down. I wormed my hand into his pants and pulled out his cock. I just left it there hanging out of his trousers as I laughed down the phone again. I tapped my foot over Dave's stiffening cock. "See you soon honey," I said into the phone as I grinned up at Dave. I slipped my tongue over the head of his cock, and plunged my mouth right over it. Dave gasped as I pulled my mouth slowly up over his cock. I let his head drop out with a plop. I closed the phone and dropped to my knees. I sucked Dave a little and then pulled off of him. I pulled up his zip and kissed his cheek. "Don't you think you had better be going to work?" I squeezed his cock through his trousers one last time. He smiled and then picked up his briefcase and left. He loved me sending to work with a hard on. Then, when he came home, we would play some more. A week later I sat next to the bed waiting for Paul to wake up. I had cleaned him up and washed his face. He was 29 years old, two years older than me. His face was now covered in a beard, his jaw was square and his nose just the right size. He had green eyes, real green, not the pale washed out look they just sparkled. His hair was black and short and he was probably just over 6 feet tall, well that might have changed now after his accident. I had to read the last page of my book again. He stirred and I looked at him. He went quiet again and I carried on reading. I crossed my legs over feeling the white nylon rub together. The hero was about to save the girl from the pack of hounds that had chased her. She ran as fast as she could. Tears streaming down her face as she looked over her shoulder. The six dogs were gaining on her; she could see their red eyes and razor like teeth. The one that had torn her long dress from her body had a piece of it caught in his teeth. Her legs were fast losing the struggle to keep going. She tripped and fell rolling over several times. The nearest dog sprang forward, the same dog that nipped her leg that now ran with blood. She jumped to her feet and crying loudly she tried to run again. She was the amusement for her master and his guests. In 1635 chasing foxes had become a bore to her evil master and his wicked friends, they chased prostitutes or rather sex slaves that had dared to run away. He grabbed her and pulled her up onto his horse, just as she was giving in, running out of energy. He rode off with her until the hounds gave up, knowing they couldn't catch a horse in full gallop. I swallowed as I read how they had stopped near a stream under the cloudless sky. She clung to him and then pulled away. Her hero pulled her back and they stared into each others eyes. I took a little breath. They moved forward and kissed. The book didn't go into much detail of the things she was made to do at the feet of her evil master, or his friends. Still it could have been me; well it was in a way. "Good is it?" I jumped a little. I could feel a faint flush on my cheeks. "Not bad," I said, after clearing my throat. I saw his eyes drop to my legs; he didn't try to hide his gaze. I tugged my white uniform down, and stood up. He coughed and winced with the pain. I looked at my watch and got his pills. I could feel his eyes looking at my face as I gave him the medication with water. They seem to flick over my features, my cheek bones, my lips, my earlobes, and my neck. I parted my lips slightly; I could feel his eyes on them for a brief moment. A tingle ran down my spine. I held his head up with one hand around the back of his neck, and fluffed his pillow with the other. His face was just inches from my breasts. I looked down a little shocked, as I felt his breath blowing through my uniform. I lowered his head back to the pillow, and swallowed before he could see me do it. "So he's going to be here for quite a time?" Millie asked, as her cigarette hit the ground. I watched the red end turn to ash. "You should ask to be moved to another ward," she said, as her eyes looked deep into mine. "Look I'm just doing my job," I mumbled. "Pathetic Karen!" she snapped. I watched her walk away in hurried little steps, with her hands thrust into the pockets of her white uniform. Her head was bowed against the light rain that fell from the grey sky. I bent down and picked her fag end up and put it in the bin. "Will you shave me?" I stopped what I was doing and looked into the mirror at him. "I'll get Rob the male nurse to do it later," I replied. "Why, are you scared you'll nick my face?" He began laughing and then he winced and tried to move. I could see the pain now in his eyes. "Just keep still, don't move." I rushed over to his bed and held his shoulders. His face was screwed up and he was starting to yell. He slowly started to win his battle against the pain. He panted slightly looking beyond me to the door. "Hello Millie, come to see the freak? Ouch, fuck!" he groaned. He started up again shaking and trying to get up. I looked over my shoulder and there stood Millie just looking at him. "Millie get Doctor Victor, hurry!" She pushed herself off the door frame and looked at her nails. "Millie!" I snapped, trying to keep Paul from jumping around. "Yeah, OK," she said with a sigh. I watched her wander off. "Fucking hell," I swore under my breath. I reached for the button and pushed it. I was really struggling to keep him down. He was crying and yelling with pain. He had gone red and every muscle in his neck and face strained. His one good hand gripped my arm. I could feel it tremble and tighten around my upper arm. "Paul try and calm down, Paul, listen to me, calm down," I called, holding his shoulders and looking into those green terrified eyes. I watched the needle go into his arm. Slowly the grip on my arm slackened. His eyes began to roll and his eyelids closed. His arm slipped from mine and I put it gently under the sheet. I wiped a tissue over his face, following the tears that had run down his neck. "Are you OK Karen? You'll have a bruise there later." I smiled at Doctor Victor. I was still panting from holding Paul down. "Yes he's a strong young man. Hopefully he'll mend, he just has to get used to what happened now that's half the battle. Why don't you go and have a coffee?" I felt a slight tap on my backside. "Karen you did well," he said. I looked back at Doctor Victor, just in time to see his eyes roll over my backside. Two days later Paul apologised to me, for being a baby. I laughed as he seemed more concerned about me seeing him cry. I stroked his cheek just to reassure him. Nurses didn't do that sort of thing, especially married nurses. "Come on let's sneak out for fag?" Millie whispered. "I've got to tidy Paul's room, his girlfriend is coming in," I replied. "Fucking hell Karen you are a nurse not a bloody cleaner," she spat in my ear and then stormed off. "My god.....Oh bloody hell!" I watched the unbelieving look on his girlfriends face. She turned away and pushed past me throwing up into the sink. I watched Paul look out of the window. "Get her out of here," he mumbled distantly. I pulled the covers back over his legs. I followed her out into the car park. She couldn't get away fast enough. "Look in a few months he'll start walking again. Just a few steps and we'll see how it goes." "How the hell can you do that job? Paul must be going mad in there, he liked sports he was always doing sporty things, look at him now! He's a bloody cripple!" I watched her wipe the tears from her eyes with her carefully manicured nails. She opened the door of the Porsche. She was pretty, she knew it, and so did everyone else. She turned heads, dripping in jewellery and expensive clothes. "So his latest tart has dumped him then, did she really puke last week when she saw the pins and plates sticking out of his legs?" "Yeah, god you thought she would have tried to understand, he's quite cut up about it," I mumbled, and took a last drag on my cigarette. "Oh Karen don't be such an asshole. I'm glad she dumped him, serve the bastard right." I picked up Millie's dog end and put it in the bin. I did the rag doll act again for Dave. I spread my legs getting ready. "Wait, what is that, that on your arm?" I looked at the old bruise from Paul's fingers. "One of the patients had a panic attack; I tried to calm him down." "Who?" Dave asked. "Look it's no big deal, it doesn't hurt. Come on let's play the game." He grabbed my hand away from his face, "I'll fucking kill him the bastard! Have you filed a complaint?" he hissed. "No he had a panic attack; it comes with the job Dave!" I growled. "God he's doing it to wind me up. He marked you so I would see it, the fucking piece of shit!" "You look happier," I said, at the start of my shift. He nodded. "Look I'm sorry about you and your girlfriend. I'm sure when she has thought about things she'll see sense." "Would you? Would you want to go out with me like I am now?" I gave a little embarrassed smile, and put the strands of blonde hair back behind my ear, that had fallen out of my hair grip. "See you wouldn't either." "Paul I didn't say anything. But well if you must know, then well I'd still go out with you." "So do you fancy me then?" The blonde hair fell again; my fingers were trembling a little too. "No I meant if we were seeing each other, I, I wouldn't let you down. Um do you need anything?" I stammered, picking his notes that the night nurse had left. "Sorry I didn't mean to embarrass you." I gave a little laugh and shook my head. I cursed the hair that had fallen again. "You didn't, embarrass me I mean," I answered. He slept and I read my book again. I was facing the bed, with my feet up on the box that was joined to his bedside cabinet. I held the book on my legs. It was now I realised the hem of my white uniform had ridden up. I knew the way I was sat, if he looked, he would see up my dress. The starched uniform didn't mould to the backs of my thighs, god he'd be able to see my panties under my white tights! I started to adjust the way I was sat. Then I just stopped myself. The thought of him opening his eyes and looking straight up my uniform had me gasping a little. I swallowed and I could feel the itch between my legs. My neck felt flushed, and my hands trembled on the pages. I glanced at him watching him sleep. My mouth dropped open. If he opened his eyes now he'd see everything! I pressed the white uniform to my chest. I allowed my little finger to rest lightly over my bra. I could feel the soft material under my uniform. I slowly squeezed my legs together. I heard the soft rasp of nylon. My panties felt a little wet. What if he opened his eyes now! Would he see how wet I was? My throat felt dry as I just watched him sleep. God I wanted to give my pussy a good scratch! I tried to get back to my book. The master and his friends had cornered the girl and his hero. She clung to her knight in shining armour. The master circled the pair on his jet black horse. "Give me back my property, or feel the edge of my blade." The man stood between the girl and her evil master. The girl shrieked, as out of nowhere the sword flashed into the hero's chest. As the blade pulled out he dropped to his knees. The master kicked his horse into life; it jumped up and struck the man with a sickening thud. Two hoof marks on the man's chest ran with blood. The girl stood trembling with fright. She sobbed and pleaded for mercy. The master smiled, and asked each of his friends in turn, should he let the wench live? The girl could see what the men wanted, she shook her head and turned and started running. The master gave her a 100 yard start. "Release the hounds," he shouted, as his friends salivated over what was about to happen. Paul mumbled and licked his lips like people do when they sleep. It brought me back from the book, so did the wet feeling between my legs. I could hear my own little gasping breaths, short and caught in my chest. My little finger played over my hardening nipple. How long did I dare stay like this? How long could I expose my panties to a sleeping patient? More strands of hair had slipped from my hair clips. Perhaps I should get my hair cut into a blonde bob, practical for work, but I would miss my hair tickling my shoulder blades as I rode my husband! God I wanted to play the game tonight. Fuck I wanted to play it now! I chuckled to myself, as I had visions of stumbling through my front door, my fingers unable to contain the spunk as it gushed out of me. I would run upstairs and jump on my panting, waiting, husband. He'd gobble and slurp it down, as his own spunk would fire all up my back. Yes he'd kill me if it really happened. Maybe he would have me chased across the countryside like the girl in the book, but I didn't want that. I looked back at Paul. "Oh god wake up and see me, wake up, and see what a whore I am," I mouthed to myself. I so desperately wanted to finger myself. I slipped a finger into a gap in my uniform. I fingered the swell of my breast, just one finger over the soft white material of my bra. I wanted him to know. The goose bumps on my neck seemed to spread, until my whole body was taken over by them. I slipped my hand slowly under my book. I pressed my uniform between my legs. If he saw me now if he just opened his eyes? I turned over the last page of the book; it was blank that was it? Some books finish too early. I could hear my own breath short and gasping. I kept as quiet as I could. But if I just gasped a little louder would he stir? God I wanted to finger myself! I jumped up as the door opened. My book slid from my lap. I tried retrieving my book, pushing my hair back behind my ear, and turning to see who had come in all at the same time. Nursing The Enemy Ch. 01 "God don't look so worried Karen, we all drift off to sleep sometimes," she looked past me at Paul, "look at him the shit, sound asleep without a care in the world. Come on lets go for a fag." I grabbed my bag as Millie walked out the room. "Karen, I wasn't asleep," was whispered from the bed. I gasped and turned round. He was smiling at my shocked red face. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone," he said with a grin. I stood in the smoking shelter watching the rain fall. My fingers trembled every time I took a puff on my fag. I was just sat there reading my book. OK my feet were up, and now and then I pressed my legs together. I flicked, no I rubbed my breast a little, I could have had an itch for all he knew, if he saw me doing that. But how could I explain my hand pressing into my groin? Did he see that? No surely he didn't! I phoned my husband a few minutes later. I whispered into the phone. He just listened, he didn't utter one word. I heard him grunt and gasp. I pushed the phone between my legs for about a minute. When I put the phone back to my ear, the line went dead from his end. He was probably now heading to the loo. I closed my phone and reached for the toilet roll. "You know you could miss one of his pain killers for me, just delay it for an extra hour or two." "Fucking hell Millie, don't even ask things like that!" I snapped. I watched her storm off back to the hospital, grabbing a tissue from her sleeve. She stopped then came back to me. Her hand grasped my wrist. "Just remember what you were told," she hissed. I picked up her dog end and put it in the bin. "I missed you did you have a good holiday?" Paul asked. I took a deep breath. "Look about the day, before I, went on holiday, um, well you said you were awake?" He nodded as I rung my hands. "Well, what did, you see? I mean are you going to put a complaint in?" "Look you got carried away reading your book," he said, after taking a deep breath, "you left it here. I hope you don't mind but I read it?" "No, um, of course I don't." "Is that what turned you on, reading about that poor girl?" I couldn't look away from his green eyes. They were questioning me; they seemed to be looking for a dark side. I didn't answer his question. I picked up his dinner tray and left. I went out for my break and sat with Millie. "Are you still mad at him Millie?" "Aren't you forgetting something? He ran off with that fucking tart on our wedding day! Do you know how humiliating that is?" I went into Paul's room. "You know he must be angry as hell. I bet he hates me even more if that's possible, and here you are nursing the man his first wife ran off with." "Look if it bothers you then I'll ask to be reassigned?" He chuckled and then winced, "It doesn't bother me, but I'm sure it pisses him off big time. Oh tell him the garage I bought from him is being sold. The building firm made me an offer I couldn't refuse. Shame really, I guess my crystal ball works better than his." "Look he's not stupid he knew you were up to something, you and your scheming business friends, and did you have to sack all those men?" "That was years ago, I'm surprised he told you. Besides they got a pay off. I'm sure they had a good Christmas. Anyway I had to leave it empty for a few years, just to wait and get the best offer." I stormed out of the room and took several deep breaths. Then I composed myself before going home. Would I now do what my husband had asked? Nursing The Enemy Ch. 02 "I'm sorry about yesterday, maybe it was the drugs or something." "I'm just a nurse OK, I'm doing my job, what happened between you and my husband is in the past," I huffed, "maybe I should ask to be transferred." "Having you nurse me is the one thing that makes this bearable. But I bet Dave is really mad, me spending more time with his wife than he does." "Is that what you think Paul?" I asked, as I tucked him in. I looked deep into his eyes. "So what do you think? Are you scared I'll try and seduce you?" I swallowed hard. I could feel his eyes watching me. "I'm just a nurse. I'm sure you wouldn't," my voice tailed off. I gasped a little, feeling his hand lightly on my hip. His eyes burnt into mine. "Take your hand off me please." I gulped as his fingers flexed on my hip. "You are blushing," he mumbled softly, "you're not moving though. Do you think about me when you are at home?" "Don't be absurd," I said, staring right into his smiling green eyes. His hand slipped round to my backside, I felt him squeeze it gently. I gasped and panted slightly feeling my breasts rise. I batted his hand away as it cupped my backside more firmly. "Don't touch me again or I'll report you," I said moving to the door. Sunday night David seemed in a good mood. He fucked me harder than normal. I could feel his 46 year old body running with sweat. He pulled my hair yanking my head back. I hung my mouth open and he lunged forward spearing his tongue into me. "What was his name?" I gulped, "I can't remember." It sent him into wild mode. "He wants to see me again, in the week." "Was it good?" "I was gone 3 hours, what do you think?" "Oh fucking hell Karen!" he yelled shooting into me. This was one of the games we played. When we went out to dinner or for drinks with friends, I would tap my husband and say, "him." For the rest of the night it fuelled our fantasy. I usually picked the rough looking type, younger men than my husband, someone who would jump at the chance to get at a pretty blonde, with C cup breasts, and killer heels. I knew men stared at me, and so did David. He loved pulling me to him, and then kissing me in front of people, people who might fancy me. "That was good; I bet that bloke is at home now beating himself off. That little smile you gave him, did you see him gulp?" I kissed my husband's chest, "well you told me to do it." I sat on the toilet as David came in. I wriggled back a little on the loo; he loved watching me on the loo. He stood watching me pee with a lump in his trousers. I watched him pull off some loo roll. He moved closer pulling down his flies. "You'll be late for work." "I'm the boss, remember?" he said, as his cock pushed past my lips. I sucked and groaned as he gently pushed back and forth. "Can you manage a little, more?" he gasped. I squeezed down, and we both heard a little dribble hit the toilet water. He groaned and shot in my mouth. "Can you run along honey, go nurse somewhere else?" The two men with briefcases pushed past me. The second man looked at me with a curious stare. "Do I know you?" he asked. I shook my head and looked away. "They were very rude, your friends," I mumbled, as I went back in. "They needed me to sign a few things. Business papers, I am the boss after all. Sorry about them, I'll dock them a week's wages." I stopped what I was doing and looked at him. "Well two weeks then?" I shook my head in disbelief. It was only then I realised he was joking. "God you've got to lighten up nurse, or has that husband of yours taken away your sense of humour?" I turned facing him, "don't talk about my husband." He grabbed my hand as I moved past the bed. "Why not, it must really sting, you nursing the enemy?" I looked down at my fumbling fingers, "I'm just a nurse while I'm here. I don't have any, any feelings like that, you being the enemy I mean, if you think that, then, then." His hand had moved to the top of my thigh, over my uniform. I stood still for a second, a second to long. I rushed out of the room and slipped out to the smoking area. I gave him just enough time to calm down and went back inside. "I'm sorry," he started. "Please just let me do my job, that's all, if you don't want me nursing you then ask for someone else." The next day I went in and he was sleeping. I looked at the huge bunch of flowers in the vase. "They are for you." I jumped. I looked over my shoulder at him. I turned back to the flowers and read the card. "At least you didn't put my name on them, I can't take them home, you know that don't you?" "Oh poor Mesilla, will you get a head start before he has you chased? Or maybe I'm the bad master, would that excite you more?" "It's just a story," I said with a gulp. "And they are just flowers. I need to move," he mumbled. "Well use the pulley," I replied. "It broke in the night." I leant over him bracing myself. His good arm went around my neck. "Ready?" he asked. I nodded. He heaved himself up as I braced myself further. I could feel his hot breath on my neck. Then his lips brushed my cheek as he lowered himself back down. I gulped and went to move but he still held onto my neck. I looked into his green eyes. We just stared at each other for a few moments. Finally I moved back away from the bed, rubbing my neck that felt a little hot. "Jesus, will you do something about that?" I panted. "Fuck I'm so sorry. I'm so frustrated and so bloody horny!" he snapped. "Keep your voice down," I hissed, flapping my hands like it would wave the sound away. I watched him grab the pulley and he moved up a little. "That's not broke," I mumbled. He winked at me. I went out into the smoking shelter. "I heard him as I passed the door. God he's only been here a month and he can't stop touching himself, he'll be climbing the walls soon, or the nurses." I started laughing joining in with Gina. "You know I've done 3 of them in my 16 years, masturbated them. Poor bastards, one lost both his hands in a farm accident. Another guy couldn't because he was in plaster up both arms." "You said 3?" I asked, after a silence. She flicked her fag across the tarmac, "the third was too bloody sexy to resist, and he had a toe amputated if you are wondering?" She gave me a little grin and walked off. I picked up her fag end and put it in the bin. Dave's hand went into my nightdress; he squeezed my breast real hard. I gasped. "Did you have a good time at the weekend?" he mumbled. He pinched my nipple, and I chuckled like I was remembering it. "Yeah, of course I did," I said turning to him. He pinched my nipple harder making me wince, "the old man next door said Frank's car was parked outside all weekend. What do you have to say about that?" I opened my legs and let him enter me; I was so wet he slipped straight in. His eyes locked onto mine as he began fucking me. "Was he good, as good as me?" Dave panted. "That is nothing to do with you, but if you must know, yes," I said softly. I started panting harder. I rubbed faster on my little sensitive bud. "Pull out, please pull out," I gasped. I climaxed on my finger as Dave emptied himself on my belly. "You really are pretty nurse." I looked over my shoulder from my bent position. His eyes were on my ass. I watched him throw his business papers from the bed onto the floor. They landed around my feet. "Pick them up nurse, do it, pick them up." I watched Paul's eyes travel up the backs of my legs. My blonde hair had fallen from the clip. I still hadn't straightened up. "Go on do it, Mesilla would have to, if her master told her." I thought back to the girl in the book. The master had thrown bread onto the ground in front of his friends. They teased and pushed Mesilla over, she fought to beat the pecking ducks to the bread. I turned back round feeling my red face burning. I slowly started to pick up the papers. I heard his short gasping breath and the sheets rustling. My trembling fingers gathered up the papers. I had visions of ducks pecking at my fingers, trying to get the bread away from me. I had to stretch over further, knowing my white starched uniform would ride up over the backs of my thighs. My legs were shaking and I held my position as he grunted and swore under his breath. I swallowed hard and looked over my shoulder. His hand was under the sheet pumping his hard dick. His eyes were focused on my legs. "Oh fuck it!" he gasped. If I had been the author of the book, I would have gone into more detail about Mesilla, and what her master made her do. But if only Paul knew what really turned me on! "Look at me," he spat. I swallowed hard, feeling my already red face burn even hotter. I wondered if he could see my wet panties. I turned my head. I watched a wet patch spread through the sheet. His legs jerked and his ecstasy gave way to pain. I stood up straight watching his face grimace. I just stared as pain shot through his eyes. I just watched as he reached out for me. He was in pain and I just watched, standing back on purpose. A few days later I was reading again. My legs were up in the same position as before. I was getting hot and flustered. Ever since I saw his erect cock hidden by the thin white bed sheet, I couldn't get it out of my mind. He just blurted out how he found me so beautiful and sexy. From the way I walked to the way I wore my uniform, a little shorter than the other nurses. So here I was wearing my finest little black panties, with matching suspenders and white stockings. I had swapped my usual white lace up shoes for 2 inch heels. Just low enough to look like work shoes, but also sexy. I just stared at my book, not reading it but pretending to. My uniform was up my thighs showing off my stocking tops. I had been sat like that for nearly an hour. My face was flushed and I felt so turned on. I waited and waited, he was just laying there. His cock was rock hard and he was pulling it slowly. His eyes never left the up skirt view that I was displaying. "How much longer can you hold on Paul?" I gasped in a throaty voice. "When does your shift end?" "Just under 3 hours." "I can last that easy, but can you?" I had been twitching ever since we started. I knew I could make myself come just by thought alone. I didn't want to, but Paul could sense how turned on I was. "Your little panties are soaked. Touch your pussy," he mumbled. "No, I won't. God you can't see my......can you?" I gasped. "No, just a few stray hairs, but now you are wet and, and I can see the outline of, your lips. Oh fuck Karen, you are so fucking sexy!" I watched him pull himself faster. He had gone past the point of control. Now he was shooting into the sheets. His head had turned away from me and his eyes were closed. I snaked a hand to my wet panties, and in a few strokes I was gasping myself! I began to tidy up, still feeling a little wobbly; I opened the window a little. The room smelt of sex, well, my pussy and his spunk. I got a fresh sheet from the laundry area. We shared awkward embarrassed looks when we made eye contact, but the next day we played again. I sat on the toilet and dialled my husband's phone. I heard him answer. I pushed the phone between my legs and started to pee. That night as Dave fucked me from behind he held onto my hair. "You little slut, you knew I was in a meeting with Sharon when you phoned." "So? I bet she wouldn't like you watching her pee," I spat. I bucked back against his cock. "You know that man in the pub? Well I met him for coffee this morning. He's the same age as me, younger than you, and he's got a friend." "Oh you fucking whore!" he hissed. He thrust his cock deeper into my wet pussy. "I'm going out tomorrow night, I'll be late home. I might even stay with a friend," I whispered suggestively. His hands were now gripping my hips and pulling me back against him. He was panting hard and so close to coming. Just a few more words, a few carefully selected words. "Can you pick me a pack of stockings on your way home from work, and make sure they have seams?" He snapped into me hard squeezing and cursing me. He yelled and hollered squeezing my hard nipple. When he pulled out I rolled over on my back, covered in our combined sweat. I saw his eyes drop between my legs. I spread them a little further as I smiled at him. "Why don't you?" He shook his head and went to the bathroom. "So why are you still nursing him now?" Millie asked. "Because he's paying for it," I replied. "Yes but why you Karen?" she asked. "I don't know, maybe because I'm the least experienced nurse here." "Yeah I suppose it makes a little sense. But you watch your step. I'm surprised my brother hasn't said anything yet," she hissed. She walked off, and then stopped, and came back, "you know my brother has done so much for you, one word from me and you are fucked, big time." She grinned at me as I gave her a little worried look. I flicked my fag on the ground next to hers and walked back into the hospital. 2 minutes later I picked both fag ends up and put them in the bin. "What do you think they are talking about?" I asked, staring out of the window. "Probably about the sexy blonde in the nurse's uniform," David replied. He loved to finger me from behind. My tights and panties were down to my knees, and my pussy was squelching all over his fingers. "I bet they would love to see this." "I bet they would love to be doing it!" I gasped. He groaned in my ear, "They were watching you, bend over when you hung the washing out earlier." I looked down on the two workmen, rough and unshaven, a little menacing too. If I had been on my own, I would have been scared, like the time Dave came to my rescue. "If you weren't here, would they, would they make a pass at me?" I gasped as my orgasm flowed. A few days later I sat in the chair. Paul was sleeping; I waited for him to wake up. 20 minutes later his eyes opened. It took him a few seconds to register. My legs were open slightly and I was fingering myself. "You've missed this for the last 20 minutes, I started without you," I moaned thickly. "You're not wearing knickers?" he groaned. "No you are. I put them on your cock as you slept." I watched his hand grab his cock. He smiled as he felt my soft lacy purple panties. "God I'm going to spunk so quick, fuck Karen you are so sexy, your pussy is so beautiful!" he panted. I opened my legs wide and pulled my pussy lips open. He gasped with wide open eyes. I dug my fingers in as he pumped himself faster. I remembered Mesilla doing it in front of the man that had bought her for the night. He was fat, ugly, and a real bastard. Mesilla had learned early on that the more she complied the easier things were for her. That was until she ran away. "So you don't mind me wearing stockings to work?" "God no, stop wearing knickers though," he replied panted hard. "No I won't do that. You don't know how juicy I get walking to work. Everyday I come in I'll take my panties off and give them to you. You can sniff them, wank in them, or anything else you fucking well want to!" I shuddered to my best orgasm yet. My pussy was on fire and smelt so sexy. I took my soaked panties from him and rinsed them under the tap in his sink. He watched me with an almost arrogant look. Did he think he was the master? That night I ground down on my husband's face. I was sat astride him and pressing down hard. I closed my eyes and Paul filled my head. "Your sister had a go at me the other day. She wanted to know why I was still nursing Paul," I gasped. "Fuck Karen I don't want to hear that now!" "Why not you are going away with her again, I heard you talking to her." "How dare you listen to my conversations, it is business remember that." "Just like Paul and me then?" He pushed me on my back and said, "I saw that bloke looking at you tonight. You flirted with him, smiling and sipping your wine as you looked at him. I saw his hand squeeze your ass. You did nothing to discourage him, I bet you enjoyed it?" "So what if I did?" I spat. My husband shuddered and shook. His cock squirted into me. "I want the loo," I said holding out my hand. I sat down as my husband looked at me. I spread my legs and let go. I just kept staring into his eyes as my pee splashed into the water. His face was red with lust. He pulled off some toilet roll. "You do it," I cooed, "go on, like you used to when we first met." I held my position on the loo as his trembling hand moved between my spread legs, I gasped a little. "I, I need some new shoes," I mumbled. Dave dropped several £20 notes on the toilet floor. "Can I fuck you again?" "No I've got a busy day at work. I don't want to smell of sex in front of my patients." He grabbed my arm and walked me to the bedroom. He threw me back on the bed and dropped a roll of bank notes next to my head. I grinned at him, and then quickly straightened my face. "Buy yourself a new dress too, something sexy for Christmas." I spread my legs and looked at my watch. "You had better hurry; you don't want to keep her waiting." He pushed into me and as he tried to kiss me I turned my head away. "That's right you just fucking lay there." I did the rag doll act until I felt myself building to an orgasm. Eventually I clung to my husband and met each of his thrusts with one of my own. I went to Paul's room and my face dropped. There was his girlfriend holding his hand. He looked at me a little sheepishly. "Do you think you could leave us alone, and next time will you knock before you come in?" she said gruffly. I backed out the door, wanting to strangle the bitch with her pearl necklace! "Sorry about barging in like that." He didn't respond he just lay on the bed, watching my naked breasts rise and fall. I sat on the chair with my feet up on the bed. His eyes drifted from my left thumb rubbing my right nipple, to my right hand fingering my pussy. I had opened the top poppers of my uniform and pulled my bra up. "Show me, please?" I asked, nodding to his hand moving under the sheets. My yellow panties were wrapped around his hard cock as he pulled himself slowly. I groaned in delight at the sight of it. "Oh fuck I'm so wet." I spread my legs even further and used two hands between my legs. "Oh shit Karen," he groaned, as his eyes opened wide in disbelief. I had peeled back my pussy lips, leaving him with a gaping wet hole to ogle. I pushed my first two fingers of each hand into my pussy; they went slowly in and out. I could feel the wet coating over each finger. I slowly rubbed the fingers of my left hand over each nipple as my right hand continued between my legs. "Oh Christ, I can see your nipples glisten," he moaned. "Can you babe? What about this then?" I dipped my fingers back in my pussy, and then pushed the same fingers into my mouth! He grunted as he filled my panties with his hot spunk. I just dug further into me, and I had to close my eyes as my legs shuddered and I climaxed. I moved slowly to the bed and bent my head, close to his ear. I straddled his face and let my pussy gently touch his lips. I couldn't stop my thoughts that raced through my head. ½ an hour ago I was rubbing myself off in front of Paul, and now here I was, letting my husband lick my wet pussy. My pussy that was wet because of Paul! He grunted as I took his cock in my mouth. I pressed my pussy onto his face. He kissed and licked me, sending shudders through my body. I could hear him moaning on my wet pussy. His fingers held me open while his tongue flicked in and out. I took him deeper into my mouth, and his legs started to shake. Nursing The Enemy Ch. 02 "God I love this," I panted, as I looked back at the top of his head. He grunted and his legs shuddered a little more violently. I just managed to get my mouth back over his cock as he spurted. "God that was great Karen, really fantastic," he panted. He rolled off the bed and went to the loo. I still hadn't managed to orgasm yet; still it didn't matter, really. "Fuck I'm so lucky to have such a sexy young wife; you won't ever leave me, will you?" I knew he still thought about what his first wife had done, and now and then he needed reassuring. "No, and I would never go behind your back," I whispered as I cuddled him, letting my mind drift back to the hospital. Nursing The Enemy Ch. 03 Hopefully this chapter will sort a few things out for those of you still with me. I'm sorry for any confusion in the first chapter and probably the second. Thank you for your comments and feedback. Good or bad, I do take notice of them and try and improve. Thank you. .................................... I covered nights for one of the girls for a week. "Are you alright, Paul," I asked quietly. I could see sweat coming off his chest. "You were dreaming, I think, you nearly woke the whole hospital." He sipped the water and I waited as he relaxed back on the bed. "Karen?" I waited at his door. "No Paul I won't. Go to sleep, just go to sleep." Two nights later I was back in Paul's room. So this was the man that ran off with my husband's first wife, and this was the man who left my husband's sister, Millie, waiting at the church all on the same day! 3 years later I turn up, and marry David a year after that. I covered him over with the sheet. "I can't now it's too late," I mumbled, as I saw the disappointment in his eyes. "Yeah, but I want you Karen, I want to see you when I get out of here, I want us to be together," he said, sounding anxious. "I told you no, I'm married, but, maybe I could see you, just the once," I said with a gulp. "I want you more than once, fuck, Karen leave him." "Complete the set would I? Imagine how he would feel, me dumping him for his biggest rival, and the man who ran off with his first wife?" "Fuck Karen, I own two more garages than Dave, you'll want for nothing, we could be together, wait!" I stopped and stared at him for a few moments. "Look Paul, do you really love me?" "You know I do, you are all I think about in this bloody place. I want you Karen, please think about it again? We, we can talk tomorrow night." "Sorry, I'm back on days this is my last night shift. I'll be back after the weekend." I could see the frustrated look on his face. The door opened and in came Kelly the day nurse. Paul's head turned towards the window. The following week I was back on days but I didn't see much of Paul. Gina had told me on 3 consecutive days he had asked to see me. She told me to stay away; I did, until the following week. "Christ where have you been? I've just be laying here think about you non-stop." "Paul, it's not fair on David." "You want it I know you do. Fuck Karen this is bloody unfair," he snapped, "I just lay here day in day out, knowing that you are just the other side of my fucking door. I want you, leave him, please?" "Calm down. I'm sorry we should never have started this anyway." I saw his eyes drop to my breasts; he licked his lips and seemed to be gulping a lot. "Jesus, at least do you bloody uniform up properly," he snapped. I looked down and saw one of the middle poppers on my uniform was undone. I sighed. I pushed the poppers together hiding my lacy pink push up bra, and my soft white cleavage. "Have you at least thought about us?" he asked, with a hopeful look on his face. I nodded after a few moments. It seemed to renew his hopes. "Well then will you leave him? If you are thinking about it you must know?" "I've thought of nothing else. I've tried to keep away from you, but I can't. God Paul, think how devastated my husband will be?" "Fuck him; you'll be happy with me, you know you will." His eyes looked more confident than hopeful now. "We, we would have to wait, until you get out of here," I mumbled. He smiled with a look of relief on his face. "God Paul, will you stop looking at me like that, you'll get all horny." He swallowed, "well come here then, and let me do something about it?" I stood at his door and closed it, "I don't know Paul I really shouldn't." I moved forward slowly. My fingers trembled slightly and he noticed. "Look you want it Karen just give in, please?" "I can't, sorry I just can't. I'm so mixed up." I turned away and rushed to the door. "Stop for fuck sake!" he shrieked. I turned round and saw him staring at the backs of my legs. His mouth was wide open. "Why the hell are you wearing white seamed stockings?" he mumbled in disbelief. "Because when I go to bed I want you, when I wake up I want you, when I get dressed for work I want you, but when I get here, I, think about David, and I can't, I just can't!" I ran out of his room hearing his desperate calls for me to go back. Gina wasn't to happy ferrying messages to me for most of the day. Again she told me not to go, but at the end of my shift I went to him. "Karen I'm going crazy here. I need you, I want you. God will you come closer?" he pleaded, with a voice full of lust filled panic. "No you'll only start groping me, and I'm scared I'll enjoy it. I'm sorry; I'm just so mixed up." "Please Karen, I promise you anything. I'll make you so happy, we'll be together forever. I know you want that deep down, I just know you do. Come here, please?" I stood there letting his hand go up the back of my uniform. His trembling fingers found the seam of my stocking. "God that feels good," he moaned. I closed my eyes savouring his light trembling touch. "Finger me, please finger me Paul?" "Oh Jesus, you're not wearing knickers again," he grunted. "I know," I whimpered. He played with my wet pussy, his finger slipped in me and he groaned. "I haven't let my husband near me for awhile. He wanted it last night but, but I wouldn't let him fuck me." "You did that for me?" he asked with a gulp. I smiled and nodded. "Good you feel so fucking wet. Play with me too?" he groaned. "In a minute, do me first," I moaned, as I pulled back the sheets, "god you are so big and hard, I, I just want to feel you up me, oh Paul," I gasped. "You will soon," he panted. I reached my hand out to grope his cock. I stopped just inches from it as my legs began to buckle. My own orgasm took over and I pulled my hand away. I moaned and gasped until I pulled back a little. "Oh shit what have I done?" He looked at me as I backed further away. "I, I was going to suck you. I was going to suck your cock. I can't I just can't do it, I'm sorry." "You can Karen, you can, please!" he said in a frantic voice. I moved closer after a few seconds. His panicking face began to slowly relax. "I'll get the sack if someone comes in," I whimpered. "Please Karen this is fucking murder for me. Will, will you leave him? I'll give you anything you want." "Do you love me, I mean really love me?" He nodded with an excited look in his eyes. I smiled back at him a little nervously. "I want to suck you. Look you must keep an eye on the door?" I panted. He nodded. I looked down at his cock and licked my lips. I was still nervous, I looked at him and I smiled. "You will watch the door won't you Paul?" He nodded, and took a deep breath. I moved my head down and he watched my mouth open. "Oh fuck, oh fuck Karen," he moaned excitedly. "You really do want this don't you darling?" I asked quietly. His head nearly came off he was nodding so fiercely. I gave him a little coy grin, which caused him to ready himself. My painted red lips moved to within an inch of his hard cock. I felt his trembling hand on the back of my head, and then I backed away! His mouth dropped open in disbelief, "Karen what the fuck?" "My pager has gone off, I've got to go." He was still calling me as I ran down the corridor. A week later Gina stopped me in the corridor, she looked a little surprised to see me at work. "God girl, what are you doing here? Oh you can't really be serious? He's asked for you none stop this week. Don't go in there; think of your marriage, think of Dave." I pushed past her. "Karen, I didn't expect to see you, it's Christmas Eve, Karen, Karen?" I locked the door and slipped off my coat and put it on the chair. I grinned at him as I walked up to the bed. I lifted my knee length red dress, and let Paul see my red stocking tops. I peeled off my little sticky red panties revealing my shaved pussy. He gulped and licked his lips. "Dave hasn't even seen my shaved pussy yet. She belongs to you; she's your wet little pussy. This is your Christmas present," I purred. I lay my wet panties on his face and kissed him through them. My tongue forced the red lace material into his mouth. His eyes dropped from surprise to lust as I fed him my tainted panties. "Oh fuck Karen, do you really mean it? Do you really want to be with me? Why didn't you come and see me earlier?" he asked with excited eyes. "I wanted to be sure; I wanted to give myself time to think." I was being very careful not to hurt him as I cradled his cock, slowly jerking it up and down as we grinned at each other. "Sorry, did I hurt you?" I whispered, as Paul winced. "Yeah but don't stop, fuck Karen you are great." "Would you really finish with her for me?" "Honest Babe. I wouldn't lie to you," he said with a grin, "so what do you think the old man would say if he could see you now?" I gulped a little, "does it turn you on? Do you get off on knowing his second wife is tossing you off?" "I want you Karen, leave him, I'll give you anything," he said panting. "You are serious aren't you, I have to know?" I asked slowly, as I took my hand away from his cock. I could see how close he was to finally shooting. Every now and then he'd grunt with the pain. "Fuck don't you stop now!" he pleaded as I backed away. "What if she wants you back, what then? No Paul I can't leave Dave just like that, not unless you commit yourself to me fully." "Look it is over between her and me." "No it's not Paul, not until you tell her." "I'll tell her then. I promise you. Fuck Karen what do I have to do?" he begged. "Well if you do then I'll know you mean it. I'm giving up a comfortable life. You have to give me more than just words." "I will I swear it," he pleaded. "I want to hear you dump her. I want you to pay for a holiday and put it in my name. Then we'll go away together. Do these things for me and I'll divorce Dave and become your wife." He nodded as I gripped his cock again. I jerked it hard causing him to wince. "Sorry honey. God the more I think about leaving Dave the more it turns me on, and in an hours time I'm going to be having dinner with him. I'll be on his arm but it will be you I want to be with." "Shit, don't go with him. I don't want him touching you," he spat. "Why are you jealous of my husband?" "What do you think?" he panted. I gave Paul my panties and put his own hand on his cock. "Karen won't you do it?" he pleaded. "No, it turns me on watching you finish yourself off, you do it, god please," I groaned. He gasped and moaned, and winced a little with the pain from his legs. I stood back watching him fill my panties. It was the 3rd of January when I heard Paul telling his girlfriend they were finished. She didn't seem too bothered, but she insisted she was keeping his engagement ring. "You really do love me don't you?" He nodded. "I, I've left him. I told Dave I'm leaving him." I watched his face twist like I had just spoken in a foreign language. "Fuck Karen what did he say?" he asked excitedly. "I, I don't know, it's on his answer phone at home. He finishes in two hours," I said with a grin. Paul chuckled and winced with pain but he didn't seem to care. He smiled up at me. I could see the victory all over his face. I looked down at him and pulled the poppers open on my uniform. I did it real slow and watched his eyes trail from one to the next. I let it drop to the floor and stood for him in just white stockings, suspenders, and shoes. "Do you want me?" I asked softly with a grin. He pulled the covers off his body showing me his hard cock. "Does that answer your question?" he mumbled and then swallowed. His fingers stretched out to my naked pussy. I was stood 6 inches out of his reach. He stretched further and I saw him wince. "Play with your cock for me," I whispered. "I'll come if I touch myself," he panted. "I'll get you hard again, I'll suck you, I want to see you spunk for me. I'm begging you darling; if you love me you'll do it?" He started to jerk himself, panting and grunting. "Look at me Paul; I'm still his wife I'm still married to Dave. Does that turn you on babe?" I purred. "You fucking know it does," he grunted with a big grin. He groaned as my fingers worked between my legs. His eyes were open wide just watching me. "God I'd stride your cock now!" "Yeah, for fuck sake please Karen," he panted. "Am I better than his first wife? Do you want me more than you ever wanted her?" "Jesus yes, I'll die if I don't have you!" he cried. I moved to the end of the bed and leaned forward. He smiled anxiously at me. He took his hands off his cock and put them by his side. I climbed up onto the bed and rubbed a hard nipple over the end of his cock. He moaned and gasped. "Do you want my hot little pussy over your hard dick? Do you want to fuck me more than anything in the world?" I asked with hooded eyes. "Yes, Jesus, just stop teasing me and fucking well do it!" "Touch yourself again, grab it and pump it baby, please." "I'll spunk everywhere if I do," he panted. "If you love me you'll do it," I purred. "But, I want to fuck you," he whimpered frantically. "Well I promise to use my mouth and get you hard again," I said with a sexy purr. I watched as his trembling hand took hold of his cock. It had been stood to attention and was full to bursting. "Oh my god," I gasped, loudly. The door opened as he started to shoot. I moved off the bed and pulled my dress up. I quickly did the poppers up. Paul's cock carried on spurting as my husband walked into the room. "Fuck you asshole, Karen is with me now, she's leaving you Dave, aren't you Karen?" "No, I'm not, I love my husband, and Mesilla has just put the master in his place," I spat, as I looked back at a shocked Paul. I grabbed the holiday tickets that Paul had paid for in my name. I reached up to Dave and kissed him. "Here darling Paul has paid for our holiday," I said with a grin as I walked out. I never went back to work. Dave had got his revenge on Paul; it was what we talked about weeks ago. Apparently Dave sat on the bed and told Paul that this time he had lost. To be honest I didn't want to know the details. All my husband told me was he left Paul angry and in tears. He promised me he didn't hurt him. Dave just sat on his bed for 15 minutes gloating. 4 months later we enjoyed our holiday, which Paul had paid for. A nice two weeks in Italy was coming to an end. "Did you fancy him at all?" "No, I mean he dumped his girlfriend for me, how could I trust him?" "You didn't....with him did you?" I felt my husband's cock twitch as he jabbed into me. He had taken a hard grip on my hair, and his eyes had that menacing look. "I told you I could drive him crazy, and no, I never let him fuck me. I told you I would never go that far." "I bet you came close though didn't you?" I grinned at him, "Why because of what I once was? I'll never forget the look on your sister's face. It drives Millie mad knowing I was a prostitute once. But it really excites you doesn't it?" I took a puff on my cigarette as he pounded into me. I just gave him that cold look which made him fuck me harder. "I suppose that's why you fooled him so easily. I bet he's livid." I took a long drag on the cigarette and blew smoke rings. Dave just looked at me as he humped me harder. "You know Millie was a little shocked when I told her what we had done. She nearly fucked it up at one stage. Still I bet she enjoyed nursing him for the last few months." Dave panted and grunted as he let himself go. His hot body twitched as he unloaded himself. "Oh is that it? See I told you, I told you I would make you shoot before I finished my fag." We grinned at each other. When we got back home Dave went to the supermarket. I answered the door, and there he stood smiling at me. He handed me a note and left. "Look do you mind if I go and see mum for a few days?" I asked with a gulp. "No I've got to get to back to work anyway." he replied. I slipped my arms around his neck and kissed him. Then I put my head over his shoulder, hoping he wouldn't see the tears. "I don't know when I'll get back, oh and can you leave me your bank card? I'll need some money." Nursing The Enemy Ch. 04 My life had gone into a tail spin when my father died. Mum seemed to drink her way through the day. Then her brother died shortly after, he had dropped a cigarette on the shed floor and not stamped it out properly, it ignited petrol that had been spilt. I found it difficult to look after mum, and manage my nursing training. So just 10 weeks into the course I pulled out. Jobs were hard to come by at the best of times. I was trying to support my mum and pay the rent. Eventually she headed back west to stay with her sister. I lived on in London as a waitress, but I still had to watch every penny. Then I met Max, we dated a few times, and he set me up in a flat. That was when I learned what a bastard he was. Our dates became less and less. 4 months later he turned up and asked me to pay him back rent. I just couldn't afford to pay what he asked, so I agreed to meet one of his business associates. He seemed OK, even if he was in his 50's. I struggled to keep calm as he fucked me. All I thought about was the money. Afterwards I sat on the edge of the bed with a £100 in my hand. Max came in and snatched it away. "Well Karen, I'll put that towards the rent you owe me." I just looked up into his eyes, I knew then what he was, and what I was about to become. Four months later I was earning up to £300 a night. I never saw the money; Max said it would be better if he handled it for me. When I tried to leave he stopped me. He showed me this rent book I owed him £2500. I was told I could leave when I paid it off! My cut was 20%, just enough to buy food. I struggled on for the next year; gradually I had become used to my dilemma. It was far easier to open my legs, mouth, or even my ass, than to wait on tables. By now the food I bought seemed to be dwindling, and replaced by vodka or gin in my shopping basket. Also Max had me doing more and more clients. He seemed to have a never ending supply of men waiting to fuck me. I tried doing some on the side, which was fine for a few weeks, until I came home to find Max pocketing the secret stash of notes I had behind the wardrobe. So that was it, I was to be a prostitute until the booze claimed my life. This though all changed when Max set me up with this guy. I don't think he had ever been to a working girl's flat. I gave him a whisky and just wanted to get on with things. He sat looking up at me with red bloodshot eyes. Then it all came out about his wife running off with a rival businessman. I've had men who wanted to talk before, and to be honest if they paid they could rabbit all night, at least it would give me a rest. An hour later he left £50 on my coffee table and went. 2 weeks later he was back again. I had started saving again; I had even opened my own little bank account, to put the money safe and away from Max. "Look, Dave, I need the loo," I said to my new client. He looked at the broken toilet door that Max had kicked in. Max had a suspicion that I was doing a little on the side again, but when he turned my flat over and found nothing he became angry. I watched Dave slide a £50 note on the coffee table. "Look you have already paid Max," I said, never taking my eyes off the money." He looked at me, "I know but I want you to have it." "OK but I really need the loo first." He put another one down and looked me in the eyes. I've had a few strange requests in my time, some I flatly refused, although Max made me pay for it later. "What do you want, exactly?" "Can I watch you?" he mumbled. Well for a 100 quid would you? I took his hand and we went to the loo. I pushed my jeans down and squatted. "Could you move back a bit?" he gulped. "Look if you are going to toss yourself off, you must still wear a rubber." He fumbled around undoing his trousers; to be honest my need for a pee was getting very desperate. I took the rubber from him and put it on his cock. I smiled up at him as he looked down rather embarrassed. I kept hold of him and moved back on the loo, I spread my legs and started to rub him. I watched his eyes focus between my legs and I let go. He shuddered as my pee hit the water. He panted and moaned as I jerked him. "Have you ever....with other men?" he asked with a gulp. "No, never," I purred. I opened my legs further and jerked him faster. "Have you ever watched anyone pee before?" I watched a white blob appear in the end of the condom. He groaned and gasped. Finally he pulled away from me and rushed out. A month later I was bent over my coffee table. I had on this schoolgirl gear, and some fat Welsh bloke spanking my ass with his hand. I felt his cock ram into me and he started to fuck me hard. "Go on tell me Karen," he moaned. "Sir please you'll get me pregnant Sir, you must stop." He shot deep into my pussy, oh and the condom. I never do sex with clients without one. So I walked him to the door and there stood Dave. Both men looked a little embarrassed as they passed each other. "Look you'll have to phone me first, Max will kill me." He could see I was angry, but my face dropped into a smile when I saw the flowers. We did the peeing thing again, only this time he didn't run off. We talked for awhile, but I had to boot him out before my next customer arrived. Two weeks later Max told me he had another all weekend job. "Not that bloody Spaniard again? His fat wife licking my nipples while he licked my ass was too much!" "No not them. Just some guy wants you to spend the weekend with him. Look at it as a sort of working holiday." "Oh and how much do I get?" I spat. "Just be thankful I let you rent this flat you fucking scrubber!" I was pushed to the bed and felt my panties being ripped from my body. He spun me over and I felt his hands spread my ass cheeks. "OK, OK, I'll go!" I waited for a second, his hands left my backside and he chuckled. The next thing I know is I'm rubbing my bare backside, still smarting from the palm of his hand! The following weekend I ended up on a deserted platform. There was Dave looking at me. Now this was quiet a shock. He could have asked me to go away with him for the weekend, not that I would have done all the same, but well he was OK, or so I hoped. "You came then?" "I didn't really have a choice." He put my bag in the back of his car, and we drove to the edge of town. I honestly thought we had stopped at a hotel. A big house behind iron gates, and a drive you could land a small plane on! "You actually live, here?" He smiled at my shock as he pulled up at the front door. I spent the next hour following him round the place. "I've given the cook and the gardener the weekend off," he said with a grin. "Oh, its MacDonald's for dinner then?" I mumbled. He chuckled. "Look Dave, this is all very nice, but what exactly do you want me to do?" He could tell I was suspicious now. I mean this guy's wife had done a runner I know, but did he have some evil secret? We talked, well he told me his life story, and I gave away more than I normally ever did to punters. Maybe it was the house or something, but by the end of the day I felt I could trust him. Still sex, yes sex, that was what I was paid for and that was all I knew. "I need to go the loo?" I asked, wondering if he wanted the usual. I sat there in this bathroom that was the same size as my flat! "Will you talk to me?" he asked. "What about sex?" I watched him swallow. "When you pulled up at the station, the man, the man that was sat opposite you, did you know him?" "No not really why?" I asked. I knew as soon as I asked the question. Before he could say anything else I jumped in. "Look I'm a working girl, he put my bag on the rack and I thanked him." I could see a slight lump in his trousers. But I needed confirmation that I was heading down the right road. I got it when he pulled his cock out. I opened my legs and moved right back on the toilet seat. "He squeezed my ass, and I just smiled at him. When I didn't move away he squeezed it harder." "You didn't try and stop him?" he said with a gulp. "Like I said, I smiled at him," I cooed, "even when he pulled the blinds down in the compartment, I smiled at him." I spread my legs and started to pee. Dave was pulling himself and I knew he wouldn't last long. "He started touching me. Then he stripped me." Dave's eyes looked between my legs. He watched and heard my pee splash into the toilet. His face was red and he was shaking. "He fucked me; he fucked me on the train, with his big fat cock." I watched Dave shoot onto the floor; he was almost doubled over when he was finally spent. I slept with him that night but he didn't want to fuck me. We just cuddled and he talked. I suppose this was easy money for me. It could have been far worse, like the night I spent with 3 men who used all sorts of toys on me. "You know I can't work you out. You say your wife ran off and yet you obviously have this thing about women fucking around. Did you ever get excited by it?" "Yeah well, the difference is simple; fantasy and reality, and no it never excited me, she was a bitch, a right hard nosed bitch." I cuddled up to him hoping I hadn't opened old wounds. Now I was sort of getting used to Dave. But he would keep asking me when I was going make a run for it. I just laughed it off at first, but it did make me think about setting a target date. I just hoped I'd have enough money. We spent the next day at his home. I was quite happy just doing nothing really. The last time I had a day off was when this scab appeared on my lip; no it wasn't that, it WAS a cold sore. We went out to dinner Saturday night. Now this was something that happened very rarely with any of my clients, and those that did take me out, spent most of the time looking over their shoulder for an angry wife! But Dave was different. OK he liked watching men look me over. But he was really quite charming, and he made me laugh. This was what did me in. I actually felt like there was something more going on. In case like me you had forgotten, I was a prostitute, not a girlfriend, not a wife. I was paid to have sex with men. That was why when I went to the loo I ran, I ran to the station and just managed to make the train. I sat huddled in a corner crying all the way back to London. After a few days I had gotten Dave out of my head. I was back working; Max came round and paid me what amounted to pocket money. I did a few punters and ended up at address in north London. Straight away I didn't feel comfortable. Max had paid me £350 up front! The door was slammed before I got to it. I was dragged into a room with a dentist chair sat in the middle. I looked at the thick leather straps and almost fainted. "You are not putting me in that fucking thing!" I screeched. I looked at all the dentist equipment in several kidney dishes. "You'll put this on, now!" I jumped at the middle aged man who had shouted at me. I looked at the nurse's uniform, which was brought in by a naked woman in her forties. Now this was too fucking weird even for me! I watched as this naked woman sat in the chair. The man started to strap her in. "Well get changed," he snapped. So there I stood in a white nurse's uniform that barely covered my naked ass. I wore white stockings with white high heels. I closed my eyes as the man handed me a kidney dish. "Oh god, they are not real!" the man snapped. I opened one eye, you now like you do when you watch horror films? I pushed the plastic needle up into the fake syringe, and almost giggled. 10 minutes later I was giving the woman tied to the chair a good fucking with a strap on. Behind me the guy was kissing my ankles and tossing himself off! Now this last little job really had me wondering, what if everything was real? What if I was the one secured in the chair? What if they really started pulling my teeth out! £612.51 was all I had to my name, that and a few clothes. I went into the pub just to get my head straight about what I was going to do, and I wanted to find out it Max was around. I saw Zack, a kid I knew from school. He was a bit weird, and a rumour had gone round about him fathering kids to his aunt! We had bumped into each other a few months ago, he had moved into a house around the corner with a girl and her mother. Both of them had kids just a few months apart, and Zack boasted he had fathered them both! "Hello slag, want a drink?" "Fuck off Zack," I hissed back. "So where are you going with that case then?" I watched his black eyes grin at me. "I bet Max would love to know where his tart is now." I put my hand on his phone. "Don't Zack, please don't?" "So, little shy Karen, that turned into a pro is about to scarper from big bad Max?" He whispered in my ear. 20 minutes later we were back in my flat. I lay with my legs spread as Zack unzipped his jeans. He moved towards the bed. I handed him a condom and he threw it on the floor. "Oh no the deal is a fuck, no condoms. Afraid you'll get pregnant Karen?" I swallowed. "What like Della? Fuck Zack she was just 18, you were her first and left her with a bloody kid!" "Yeah well, we were both 18 when we did it, she said she was on the pill, lying bitch. Still that is her fault." I winced as he pushed into me. His dark creepy eyes seemed to be laughing at me. But I had bigger things to worry about. My bags were packed, and if Max came here I didn't want to think about what he would do to me. "You know Karen you really have blossomed. The boys at school never looked twice at you, but now men pay you for it, so much for you wanting to be a nurse." "Just fuck me Zack and get it over with," I spat looking deep into his eyes. He jabbed into me as he chuckled, "you know men won't pay for you if you get pregnant, whore." "You said you would pull out, you promised me Zack," I whimpered. His pace increased as he became more excited. "Please Zack, don't make me pregnant. I don't want a baby, please don't spunk in me," I grovelled, as I hammered on his chest. He thrust in deeper and started panting harder. "No Zack, please no!" He gripped my hair as he shot into me pumping everything he could. I watched him get off the bed as I stayed there crying. He picked up his mobile phone and kissed it. "Oh that's one for the archives babe," he said with a laugh, as he closed the door. "Asshole," I mumbled, as I dried my fake tears. I jumped off the bed and quickly got dressed. I had been on the pill since I was a teenager; no way was I relying on condoms! I just used what I thought would get Zack off quicker. I jumped again as Max came into the flat. "Hello Karen this is Sandy, she's 19 and she's moving in with you." I looked at a rather frightened looking young girl. "Karen I need to speak to you." I looked past Max and saw Dave standing there. "Hey man you'll have to make an appointment like everyone else. But ah, how about Sandy a nice new girl, I'll do you a special price?" I watched Sandy shrink away. Then Max saw my bags. "Where the fuck are you going whore!" I turned away as Max raised his fist, but the blow didn't land. When I looked up I saw Dave shaking his hand, and Max on the floor clutching his face, and stomach! Dave grabbed my bag and pulled me out of the flat. I grabbed Sandy's hand and wouldn't let go despite her resistance. Max was on his feet and stood in the doorway as we drove off. "Sorry, I mean did you want rescuing?" I felt so relieved I just started to cry. "Let me out, Max said he'd look after me," Sandy mumbled. I tired to calm her down but she just sat in the back snivelling. Finally we got out of her that she had run away from home, and she had been living rough in London for nearly a week. She had an argument with her mum over taking drugs with her friend. "So you want to work for Max do you?" "He said he'd look after me," she replied. What really pissed me off was the stupid teenage pout. My god didn't she see what was going to happen to her! Perhaps I wasn't being to understanding. But I was doing this for her; I had to make her see that. "He'll turn you into a prostitute," I snapped. "So I'm not a virgin. Anyway it'll beat living rough." I made Dave stop the car and dragged her up 8 stone steps. "How many people do you see down there, 300 or 400?" I watched her look at the sea of faces rushing through the busy London Street. "Look at those cute guys out there, and look at the ones who aren't really that bad." I watched her eyes roam over the all the different faces. "Yeah I bet you could cope with them. But what about the faces you've skipped? The ugly men, the old men, and the men you don't fancy, would you let them fuck you if they paid? What about what they want, anal maybe or spanking? Would you let them tie you up and do what they want?" "It, it's not like that," she protested. "Oh isn't it? Sandy, in a year you could have 300 men, maybe more. What if it's the 300 or so down there? Max wouldn't let you refuse any. Look at them, could you close your eyes and ears, and think of the money while those men get what they want?" She looked over the faces again, her eyes started to water. "I bet you would rather die than let some of those men near you, and what about the women?" Her eyes shot to me. "Oh yeah women too, could you go down on a fat 50 something woman?" I could see her mind chewing over everything I had just said. I waited for nearly a minute. I held out my hand and she slowly took it. I took her back to the car, praying she wouldn't twist away and run. "Where do you live Sandy?" Dave asked. "Reading," she replied softly. We dropped her off and watched as her mother hugged her at the door. "So, where do you want to go?" I looked at him. "Well I remember leaving a meal half way through. I'd like to go back and finish it." "OK. Dinner for two it is," Dave said with a smile. I nodded, smiled, and relaxed back into the car seat. Nursing The Enemy Ch. 05 I sat on the train clutching the note that Max had given me, after Dave and I had returned from the holiday that Paul had paid for. He had finally caught up with me and listed his demands. So I wasn't going to see my mother I was going to do one final job for Max. He had threatened to leave posters all around town about me. I suppose I could have told Dave, but just think what it would do to his business if (and I'm sure he would) stopped me from going. Dave marrying a prostitute would really damage everything, and if Paul got to hear, then well, I'm sure he would make the most of it. I stepped off the train at Waterloo station and there stood Max with a big grin. "This is the one and only time Max, if you think otherwise, then I'll get back on the train." "That's what I said in the note didn't I? You know it took me ages to find you, but seeing as you have done so well for yourself, then it was worth the wait." He went to put his arm around me and I just shrugged it off. "Fine have it your way whore." I followed him out to the taxi rank. "So have you got my money?" I pulled the envelope out of my case. He sat in the hotel room counting it. He grinned at me. "Well £20,000, it's all here. You know I could have been real greedy. I mean that nice big house you live in now must be worth a tidy sum?" "I mean it Max that is all you get, or I walk now." He chuckled at my rather worried look. "So why me Max, why just not take the money, and get some scrubber to do it?" He didn't answer he just grinned. God he loved this, he was savouring every moment. "OK, well after I had found where you lived I started nosing around in your area. You know your husband has pissed off a few people." I watched the door open and sat shocked as in came Paul on crutches, and the man that worked for him, the man that recognised me. Behind them I saw Dr Harvey. "You bastard Max," I screeched. "Well I'll leave you to it. Enjoy her gents," Max said as he left. I watched Paul move to the chair. He put his crutches down and looked at me for a long while. "Now Karen it seems to me you owe me. I must admit I was all for chalking it down to experience, but your friend, or should I say your boss, turned up a few weeks ago asking questions about you." "He's not my fucking boss," I spat. "Well whatever. Anyway Don here put two and two together, he knew you from somewhere before the hospital." I looked up at a smiling Don. While I didn't remember him, I knew from the look on his face in the hospital he must have had sex with me. "And you, what are you doing here?" I spat, looking at Doctor Harvey. Then I remembered the hand that would occasionally pat my backside. Even at the time I didn't think much of it. "Well you'll find out later. Karen, I'm selling up my garages, I'm going to Spain." "Oh, and you expect me to come with you?" I hissed. He started chuckling, and the two men grinned. "I'm going to have you one last time, or rather in our case a first time. It gives me so much pleasure to know I've had both of Dave's wives." "Then what, you tell him?" I growled. "No, I just disappear to Spain." He watched me for a few seconds. "Is that, the truth? You won't tell Dave or anyone else?" He nodded, "Believe me I won't tell a living soul." "OK, I suppose I've got no choice," I said finally. 20 minutes later I stood by the bed. I wore a white nurse's uniform with white seamed stockings and 4 inch white heels. The other two men had left, and Paul was laid on the bed. I looked at the scars on his legs, they still looked a little bent, but he was able to get around short distances without crutches. "So what do you want?" I asked softly. He pointed to the chair. "Sit there and give me a display." "Do you promise you won't tell anyone?" I asked with a gulp. "Karen I just want you. Go on do it my little Mesilla," he whispered. I pulled the poppers open at the top of my uniform. I stared him right in the eyes as my breasts sprang out. I sat in the chair and took a deep breath. I slowly lifted my left hand to my left breast. He watched as I slowly pulled the nipple. I spread my legs a little that I had raised up on a low stool. His eyes ran slowly down between my legs. I could feel my heart pounding. "Pull it open, like you did in the hospital," he said with a gulp. I ran my index finger slowly up and down my slit. I let my fingers open up the folds of my pussy. He watched as I splayed my legs further apart. I could feel the cool air tickling my hole. "Finger it, put your fingers in," he said, as his hand moved to his stiffening cock. I pushed one finger in and slid it back and forth. He groaned a little and so did I! "Are you wet?" I didn't want to tell him, I was doing this against my will, but I was wet, I was so wet I slipped another finger in, right up to my knuckles! I stared at him the whole time. I knew he would want me to, so I did, I just looked into his green eyes. I pulled out my fingers and wiped them slowly over each nipple in turn. He was gasping and stroking himself, very slowly. "Use three fingers, inside, inside you, "he stammered. "What like this?" I asked in a whispering purr. I pushed all three fingers into my pussy as far as I could. I rolled my hips up a little, and pulled my nipple hard. "Oh you fucking whore!" he hissed. "Yeah, you know it really turns me on doing this, it always did, Paul," I panted. "Come and suck me now," he said with a gulp. I stood up and bent over the bed. I rubbed my hard nipples over his cock. I looked up into his red face, as I squeezed my breasts around his pulsing cock. I started to rock up and down. I moved my tits right up so his cock was concealed, and then I moved back down watching the head appear. As I lowered myself right down, I let my tongue flick over his cock head. He winced and cooed when I did it. "Suck me, suck me!" I plunged my mouth down over his cock. He jumped and strained as I sucked hard. "No, not yet, Karen." He tried pulling my head off his cock but I just sucked deeper. I wanted this over with; I wanted to get back to my home. But that didn't stop me burying my fingers in my pussy, rapidly frigging myself! He was still trying to get my head off his cock as he spurted into my mouth. Hot spunk hit my throat, and I pulled off, pumping his cock with one hand and my pussy with the other. He was still panting and writhing about as I spat his spunk onto his stomach. My own orgasm had come at the same time, but I recovered quicker than Paul. I stood panting looking down at him. A strange mixture of emotions ran through my head. Maybe, just maybe, if things had been different, who knows what might have happened between us. "So what happens now then Paul?" I asked. "You take off your dress and we eat," he answered casually. I could see the lust filled look in Doctor Harvey's eyes, as I sat in stockings and shoes eating. Don was different he was sneering almost. I drunk more of the wine than I should have done, but I needed it. The other two left and Paul reclined on the bed. I stroked his cock looking into his eyes. "Now, I want you now," he said with a sneer. I straddled his cock and wiped it over my pussy lips. I watched his eyes open wide with expectation. I plunged straight down grinding onto his pelvis. He winced and grimaced. "Oh fuck steady!" he snapped. I didn't want to; I wanted him to feel the pain. I thought better of it quickly though. I took more of my weight as I rode him more gently. I still wanted him to shoot quickly. "So you finally get to Fuck Dave's wife. Happy now are you Paul?" He smiled like he liked the idea. "She's on top of you Paul, giving you what you want. Are you going to send me back to my husband with a belly full of spunk, your spunk Paul, your hot spunk in Dave's second wife? You fucked number one and now you are on number two." I rocked my hips further and further. I was getting desperate to make him shoot so I could leave. It really is surprising how many men find verbal stimulation such a big turn on. I've used this so many times to get rid of punters in the past, to get them to spunk quickly. You just have to find the right things to say. "God you are better than him," I purred, as I looked at him through hooded eyes. He panted excitedly at my words. "You know I've been faithful to my husband," I said panting, "you are the only one Paul; you are the only cock I've had for years!" His hips pushed up and he grunted. "I got to live with the knowledge that I've been unfaithful to my husband, unfaithful with the man that ran off with his first wife!" He thrust up firing deep into me. He yelled and hollered as he pumped, trying to make it last. I sucked him with my pussy, getting every last drop out of him. I climbed off him panting, and wanting to find my clothes and just get out of there. "God that was worth the wait," he said, gasping fresh air into his lungs. "You promised not to say anything Paul; you will keep your promise, won't you?" He nodded, "I've finished with Karen. I got what I wanted. You do know I would have dumped you as soon as you left him." I looked into those green eyes. "No you wouldn't Paul, you would have loved me to go with you and leave him. Don't kid me, I've had men who would give up there wives for me. I've seen the look in their eyes. You've got that same look you just don't want to admit it." "Well who knows, maybe you'll come crawling to me one day, Mesilla." "In your dreams," I spat back. "No in yours I imagine," he replied. I went and took a shower. When I came back Paul was gone, Don and Doctor Harvey dragged me to the bed. "Our turn now bitch!" Don spat. I just lay there letting them fuck me, first Don then Doctor Harvey. I could see both men were disappointed that I didn't offer any resistance. It's surprising how many men are like that. I just stared into there eyes with a cold look. I knew I risked getting a thump, especially from Don. But when both men had finished they had that disappointed look on their faces, almost like it wasn't worth the effort. I got what I aimed for. I started to dress, this time I just wiped myself clean. Don handed me a glass of whisky. I could do with something just to keep out the chill. I knocked the drink back in one. I just wanted to get home now. I staggered a little as I went to the door. I never did like whisky that much, and coupled with the wine from earlier, my head was starting to spin. "Is everything OK Karen?" I looked at Paul who had spoken to me. He must have come back into the room; he had a strange grin on his face. "Yeah," I replied a little distantly. My head started to spin and my eyes seemed to find it difficult to focus. My legs started to wobble and I dropped to my knees. "Good, then I guess we had better give you a lift. You'll love Spain this time of year, Mesilla." Doctor Harvey pushed a needle into my arm as I staggered around. They let me go and I grabbed at the door handle but a foot pushed me back. I could hear them laughing at me, and my pathetic attempts to get away. I felt like the girl in the book, what would become of me when they smuggled me out of the country? Would Paul have a group of evil friends? Would I be chased by a pack of dogs for everyone's amusement? That was when I blacked out. I opened my eyes and started screaming. I felt hands on my shoulders pinning me down, strong hands. This was it; I had been transported to Spain! "I'm not Mesilla, I'm not Mesilla!" I screamed. I didn't want to focus my eyes on anyone, I was too scared. I didn't want to believe anyone could be so cruel. God, I was going to be kept against my will like some animal, and probably raped by Paul and his evil friends. He was going to turn me into Mesilla! "I'm not Mesilla," I kept repeating over and over. I felt the man on top of me starting to kiss me. I struggled trying to get him off, until I opened my eyes. "No you are not you are my wife, Karen, Karen!" The next day I sat in bed drinking a cup of tea. There he was my husband. I was going home soon. He wouldn't leave my bedside all night. The next day I listened to the radio. When the news came on, Dave went to switch it off. "Please leave it." He looked at me and came and sat down holding my hand. The reporter went on about a pimp that had been under surveillance for some time. The police had made a swoop on a hotel room after catching the pimp with £20,000 in cash. Three other men had been arrested, and a woman had been taken to hospital. A fake passport had been found with the woman's picture, under a false name, Mesilla. The End.