5 comments/ 367261 views/ 27 favorites Undercover Nurse Ch. 01 By: deputy duffy Authors note. I met a female police detective at a local police convention, and we had a few drinks at the bar. Well after a few more drinks, I really just wanted to get in her pants (big surprise,) but I had to settle for this story she told me instead. * * * * * "Nurse Lewis, you're wanted in room 202," a loud voice came booming, into my ears. "Oh that's me." I moaned to myself, still not used to it and still not believing that I'm still doing this. I use to be a police officer. I mean I still am, I have just been undercover so long sometimes I forget myself. It seemed like such a simple little sting when it all started. It was my first assignment when I made detective, go undercover as a female nursing student and investigate reports that a professor was abusing his power and taking advantage of his female nursing students. I entered the institution located in Southern Vermont, as a junior transfer student and basically went the whole year trying to blend into the student population. It was kind of fun, since I never went to college before, and yet at the same time it was kind of lonely too, because I was far from home and couldn't really tell anyone where I was or what I was doing. I even worked in a nursing home over the summer to try an become more familiar with some of the other students, as well as the nursing profession, which I knew little about, even though my mother was a nurse. The next year I had to sign up for the class that I was supposed to investigate, it was called Nursing Practical with Lab. Little did I know what I was getting myself into! My boss gave me strict instructions. I was to act just like any other student. I was only there to observe the professor, but take no action, unless I was in grave danger, as they wanted to build a rock solid case against him. I found the class the first day, after some searching, as it was in the library's basement. Once inside, I examined the classroom. It looked like a combination classroom, medical room. It had the standard school desks and teacher's brown table, but it also had two hospital beds, and two exam tables complete with stirrups, which make any woman's heart race. There was also two large white cabinets filled with medical supplies and a large stainless steel sink. I also noticed that the room had it's own bathroom, and the door said it contained showers as well. I scanned the class, once it filled up. There were about 30 women, but only two men, which didn't surprise me, because this was the middle of the 80's and nursing was still considered a woman's job, maybe it still is. I saw some of the girls before in my previous classes and at work, but I didn't call any of them friend, as it was a little harder to fit in then I originally thought. Even though I was only twenty-seven, I felt like an old-hag compared to the young coeds, who seemingly bopped around without a care in the world. I took a seat near the back. The professor suddenly entered the class. My eyes locked on my target. He was a decent looking man, probably in his late forties. He was also well dressed and well groomed. The professor introduced himself and handed out the class syllabus, before handing out the class handbook that the professor said he had written himself. He gave us some time to examine them, before he started a speech about the nursing profession. Saying how important it was and how important it was to be a competent one and so on. I was busy thumbing through the handbook so his exact words escaped me, but what didn't escape me were the pictures in the book. There were pictures of naked women being examined. There were breast and gynecological exam pictures. There were also pictures of nurses giving sponge baths and enemas. The pictures were all in black and white, but they still were pretty graphic and a little startling even for nursing majors, I assumed. When the professor stopped his spiel, a good-looking blonde in the front row immediately raised her hand. "Sir, I was looking at the second page of the syllabus and well...I mean it said the course, like requires that we be, like nude at times...What the?" She asked, her voice trembling, before trailing off. Astonished, I quickly flipped to the second page of the syllabus, as the sound of ruffling paper filled the classroom, as most of the class seemingly followed. "Yes, at times it does," the professor broke in. "This is a hands on course. It focuses on the medical knowledge that you should have learned in your previous classes. This class will show if you can apply them. So if you were going to perform let's say a chest exam. It's better that we find out here if you can do one properly and professionally, then have you fold in the field." "So we will be practicing on each other?" The blonde quickly muttered. "Yes, but it's done in a professional manner, like it would be done in the field. I know it's sounds embarrassing, but I'm sure that most of you know by now that being a nurse has its embarrassing moments incorporated into it. Part of the function of the class is to toughen you up, sort of speak. We can't have yah freak out the first time you see a private body part in the field now can we?" The professor teased and a few giggles followed. Then he added with a laugh, "it's not like we all sit around here naked." The class erupted in nervous giggling. I had to say he was very professional sounding. Yet my face was a flame. I noticed the girl sitting next to me raise her hand. "What about the guys...I mean are we going to have to be naked in front of them too?" She asked nervously, for many of us I assumed. "At times, but it's good that we have them here, cause it gives us a chance to work with both sexes," the professor answered. "I'm sure it will be just as embarrassing for them to be exposed in front of you as well," he added, as suddenly there were many hands in the air. "Look at it this way, it's like when you learned how to drive a car. You just didn't get into the car and drive away. You had to learn to drive by practicing, and then you had to pass the driver's test to show that you were a competent driver. This class is just like that. You have to show me that you are a competent nurse before I will allow you to graduate," the professor said as even more hands went up. "Put your hands down. If you have any more questions, read the first chapter of the handbook. It explains the course in more detail. It should answer most of your questions," he said holding up the handbook. "And next class please bring back your signed waiver forms, or if you don't think you have what it takes...Hey not everyone can handle being a nurse. It's one of the toughest jobs on the planet. I suggest you drop this class and change your major!" The professor said in a dry harsh tone. The class suddenly started to file out. I noticed there were all different size and shapes of girls in the class, many of them sporting panicked looks on their faces. When the guys left, I heard them taking about a football game, so I figured none of this bothered them. As I walked down the hall to my next class, I stopped by my academic advisor. I was in luck as she was in. After a brief visit, it seemed the professor was right, if we didn't pass his class we couldn't graduate and since he was the only one who taught it, the professor certainly held the cards, to his student's futures, in his hands. For the rest of the day I just couldn't get my first class out of my head. I read the waiver over and over. My hand even trembled as I signed my fictitious name to the form and dated it. I couldn't believe that we would have to be medical models for each other, as so far we have just watched videos and practiced on dummies. The night before my next class, I took a shower, slipped on my robe and returned to my room. My roommate was out for the evening, as she normally was. I found myself staring into the full-length mirror that was on the back of the door, my reflection staring back at me. I made sure that the door was locked, like ten times, then as I trembled I slowly opened my robe. I couldn't believe how embarrassed I was just looking at my naked body like this. I suddenly pictured a room full of people staring at me. "Did I have a nice body?" I asked myself. I blushed, as honestly I just never even thought about it before. I looked closely at the mirror, my 5'7" 125 pound reflection staring back at me. My heart was racing as I focused on my chest. I slowly caressed my medium sized breasts in my hands, my nipples immediately responding to my touch. I started lightly pinching them; they were getting so hard. Man, I was so embarrassed, even though no one was even there. My long erect nipples always did that to me. My hands traveled down my trim stomach, down to my thighs, then into my inner thighs. I ran a finger over my light brown pubic hairs that match the color of my hair. I swim to keep in shape, so I keep my pussy neatly trimmed, but never dared to shave it. Running my finger along my pussy lips, I'm surprised at how wet I had become. "I can't be turned on about the thought of being naked in a room full of people, can I?" I asked myself. Maybe it had just been to long without sex. I don't know what it was, but I just couldn't stand the itch any longer. I jumped on my bed and began violently masturbating with a hairbrush. I even found myself imagining the professor licking my pussy right in front of the class. This quickly brought me to a powerful orgasm, before I slowly drifted off to sleep, dreaming erotic dreams. The next day I woke up, surprised that I was still naked, as I never slept in the nude. I couldn't believe how much I was thinking about that class. It was and early morning class so I had to rush to get there on time, arriving just as the professor walked in. "Ah Miss Lewis you just made it," the professor said with a smile. "Thanks," I mumbled a little surprised that he knew my name and thankful that I still did. "Francis, right?" He moaned. "Yah, but you can call me Fran, if you like!" I said, a little more seductively then I had planed. "All right, Fran it is, and you all can call me Dr. Dan, as even I have a hard time pronouncing my last name," he said, and the class giggled. Looking around the class, there were a few empty seats, so I figured we already had a few dropouts. I personally had made it this far in my career, so I was determined to get through this little assignment. The next couple of classes were fairly routine. We started with ear and mouth checks and pulse and blood pressure work. I was sitting next to a cute blonde girl, about the same height and weight as me, so when it came to pick a partner to work with, she just looked at me and I just nodded my head. Her name was Trisha. She was easy to get along with. I even found out that her mom was a nurse too. The two guys in the class didn't seem to have to partner up. They would just bounce from group to group, which I thought was a little strange. The professor would also come by to each group and you would have to show him that you knew the proper techniques. It was like having a practical exam every class. We were about two weeks into class when I noticed that the next class was going to be heart and chest exam, and then the breast exams would follow. You could see that the nerves in the class were mounting. The next class the professor showed a clip of various chest exams, none to graphic, before he called Suzy up to the front of the class. Suzy was a stunning blonde who sat in the first row, and when it comes to the chest department, you could say she was heads above the rest of the class. After a speech about the heart and blood flow and medical related functions, the professor turned to Suzy. "Suzy would you please unbutton your blouse for me," he said almost matter-of-factly. Suzy looked at him like he was crazy. I guess I would have done the same thing. He asked her again, this time with more force. I noticed she blushed as she fumbled with her buttons. "Class for the rest of the semester would you all please wear white T-shirts and girls please no bra's either, it just makes it easier on everyone," the professor suddenly barked out. The room filled with gasps at his request, as it did when Suzy took her blouse off and sat it on the table, following the professor's direction. Suzy was wearing a white low-cut bra that only half covered her large areola and nipples. The bra's material seemingly strained to its limits. Her face was beet red, as the professor examined her right in front of the class with his stethoscope. The class was eerily quite. It was like we were in a trance, listening to the deep breaths of her impressive lungs. He then called on another girl from the class to come up to the front, as Suzy grabbed her blouse and quickly sat down. It was Suzy's partner Amanda. Amanda seemed even more nervous than Suzy as she took off her top. She wore a large white bra, that held up her own large breasts. "Steven would you come up, and check her out," the professor said. I watched as Steven quickly rushed to the front of the class. Steven was handsome little devil, and from my brief dealings with him so far, he acted like one too. He was just a little to hands on in my opinion. We watched as Steven used the stethoscope on her back making her breath deeply in and out. You could also see he was watching her breasts heave up and down over her shoulder, smiling with approval. He moved around to her front. "Dr. Dan, should we have a patient remove her bra if it's a heavy one like hers?" He asked, as Amanda's head snapped around with the question. "You should have her remove anything that gets in the way of your reading," Dr. Dan answered. "Ok Miss, I'm having a little trouble hearing, will you please slip your bra off?" Steven said, with a sly smile. "Very good Steven that was well done, nice and professional," Dr. Dan said as he stood by Steven's side. I looked at Trisha who flashed me a stunned look. When I turned back, Amanda was looking at Dr. Dan with pleading eyes. "He wants me to." "Please and now," Steven interrupted her, while the professor just nodded. The class watched as Amanda reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra. She slid it off her shoulders, but held in front of her. Steven even had to tug it a little to get it away from her. When he did she immediately covered her breasts with her hands. "Now, now, nothing to be embarrassed about," Steven said as he grabbed her arms and placed them by her side, as the class gasped, when her large breasts sprung into view. I couldn't help but check them out, as did the rest of the class. I must say her bikini tan lines gave her breasts quite an erotic look. Yet this still was a classroom and here she was, her boobs bared for all to see. Steven went back to listening to her heart. I could only guess that her heart was going a mile a minute as I know mine was. Amanda had to be embarrassed, but she also had to know that there was more of this to come, as I'm sure with breasts like those, she had become an instant class favorite. I almost laughed as Steven seemed disappointed that the professor announced that was all for today. The next day I went through my T-shirts, trying to find a white one that wasn't see through or really tight, but I'm cursed with the type of brown nipples that you can't hide with a white shirt anyways. I decided to cover-up with a large sweatshirt and headed to class. As I arrived to class I noticed many of the women had gone with the cover-up route as well. I also noticed that our numbers were down as well. I counted twenty women and big surprise; the two guys were still there. The professor came into class and started role call before he hissed. "Just a reminder of the dress code class, when you come in please take off your outerwear and put it on the back of your seats. I also notice some of you girls are wearing jeans and long pants. I think you better start getting used to wearing short skirts and heeled shoes, please." As the class gasped, I remember thinking what other professor could get away with telling his female students to only wear white T-shirts with no bra's and short skirts to class. Yet he said it with no obvious emotion in his voice, and he still technically wasn't breaking any laws. "Let's grab a stethoscope and partner up and practice our heart exams," the professor suddenly announced. I partnered with Trisha and we both shed our sweatshirts. We both were giggling nervously as we started. It was kind of strange, but we were doing the best we could to be professional. With one eye, I watched Steven bounce from group to group like he always did, while the other guy mostly worked with Amanda and Suzy. I couldn't say as I hardly blamed him. "Hi girls, mind if I take a listen," Steven said as he approached us. I felt like telling him to go to hell, but the professor was only a couple feet away, so I just nodded. He started on Trisha's back running the stethoscope under her T-shirt. She jumped a bit as we had been working over our shirts. He worked quickly enough though, probably cause he had twenty women to get to. He moved over to me and started to lift up the front of my shirt. I had all I could do not to slug him, as his scope traveled up my front. He ran it over each breast having me breath in and out deeply. I must say he certainly seemed to have fun running the cold scope over my now erect nipples, as he even did it several times. I felt relieved when Steven finally left, but the professor quickly moved in. We had to exam each other as he watched. I was a little embarrassed about the present state of my nipples, but looking around I noticed that there were a lot of headlights on, in the room. But if I was embarrassed then! A couple of classes later we started on the breast exam part of the course. It began with the professor calling Suzy to the front of the class. He had her sit on an exam table, her face ghost white. "Suzy, remove your top and put your hands behind your neck," he ordered and she cringed. I was glad that I didn't pick a seat up front or maybe it was her huge yet still perfectly firm breasts that made her a popular choice. I watched as the professor started to examine her breasts, pausing to explain each step, that were all outlined in the handbook. I will say he was very thorough. He ordered her to stand and had her put her hands on her head and lean forward, which was nowhere in the book. He stood by her side and held her swaying right breast in his hand almost juggling it. I watched, mouth agape, as he switched back and forth between each breast. I suddenly saw a small tear run down Suzy's cheek, as she had to be mortified. The last thing he did was take her large nipple in between his thumb and two fingers and rolled it back and forth and finished by giving it a good pull, judging by Suzy's painful expression. He then called up Amanda and performed another breast exam. Only this time Amanda was lying on her back on one of the exam beds. I just couldn't imagined what it felt like to have your breasts examined by the professor in front of the class like that, but by the look on their faces and the tears in their eyes, I would have to say it wasn't all that pleasant. We had all weekend to think about the next class. We knew what was coming next. It was our turn to practice on each other. Lucky I had to work and study all weekend. I still had to pass my other classes on my own, so it helped me take my mind off it, as Monday quickly rolled around. I entered class Monday morning, with nervous knees. I sat down and nervously chatted with Trisha. I had never even touched another woman's breasts before, and knew I was only minutes away from doing so. I could see her eyes wander to my chest as we spoke, so I figured she was also thinking about it. Undercover Nurse Ch. 01 After roll call the professor called Suzy up front, much to no ones surprise, well except Suzy. "Ok class, let's all stand up and get with your partner," the professor said and we slowly complied. "Now class I want you to lift the front of your shirts over your head and rest it on the back, like this," he said as he lifted Suzy's shirt over her head and bunched it on the back of her neck. Suzy's breasts bared for us all again. The class reacted slowly, one here, then another. Finally I looked at Trisha, who just shrugged her shoulders and we both lifted our shirts into place. Somehow this seemed worse than just taking the damn thing off. "Start with the visually inspection and then proceed with the manual one. I will also be around to grade each group shortly," the professor barked. I looked at Trisha, trying to be professional about it, but my body was a bundle of nervous energy. "I can't believe I'm doing this," Trisha whispered, and I had to concur. I sheepishly looked down at Trisha's chest. Trisha had medium sized breasts like mine, but they were very perky, with deep pink nipples, which set against her white almost transparent skin, gave her an erotic look. We kind of scanned the room. There were eighteen other women all nervously looking around. Some whom had already started with the manual exams. I noticed there were breasts in all different sizes and shapes, I also noticed that the boys noticed too. "Well Fran you want to start?" Trisha asked, before she raised her right arm over her head. "I guess so," I managed as I stood by her side, about to touch my first breast. I slowly started by pressing two fingers into her right breast, trying to emulate the nurses we saw in the videos. I tried to use the soft but still firm approach. The same description could be used to describe Trisha's breasts. My face felt like it was on fire and even more when Trisha went next. Honestly it didn't feel all that bad having her touch my breasts, as she was very professional and had very soft hands. "Hello ladies," a voice interrupted us. I turned around and noticed Steven behind us, wearing that stupid grin that he always did. "Could you two stand side by side, please, so I can examine your breasts," he said with a smirk. I knew it was coming, but was still caught a little off guard his interruption. My arms folded across my chest in an inadvertently defiant pose. "I think I'll start with you," he said looking me right in the eyes. Before I could even start to protest, he bent my arm back over my head and began circling my breast with his fingers. I had to bite my tongue, and resist my urge to slug him, cause I knew that wherever Steven was the professor was nearby. He started to add more pressure and more fingers giving me a quick, but thorough going over. He moved over my nipple lightly pinching it between his thumb and finger. I wanted to smack that stupid smile off his cocky face, as my nipple seemingly grew in his hand. He proceeded to do the same with my other breast and nipple. I was relieved when his hands left my breasts. He started on Trisha. I watched as he examined her, but from where I was standing it looked like he was doing more fondling than examining, but he was no where near as bad as the other guy I saw up front. He had Amanda and Suzy leaning against the brown desk up front, like he was searching them. He was switching back and forth massaging their breasts from behind. I couldn't believe that was an acceptable medical position, but the professor saw him as well and didn't even say a word. Instead the professor came over and it was time for our practical. It felt very strange, to say the least, examining Trisha's breasts in front of him. Never mind that my exposed breasts were dangling from my chest as I did it. He had a sly grin on his face as he interrupted me. "Miss Lewis you have to use a little more pressure, like this," he said, as he now had Trisha's breast in his hand. He went on to examine both of them, before I resumed. I tried to emulate his techniques, more worried about blowing my cover, as I was supposed to be an experienced nursing student, than the fact that I was feeling up my lab partner at that moment. I even finished by giving her nipples several tugs, checking for discharge, like he did. I don't know if she was worried about her grade, or maybe I just pissed her off a little, because when it became her turn to examine me. She was a lot rougher then before, especially on my nipples, and she also had me lean forward and milked both of my breasts, finishing by holding them only by their erect nipples. It was a strangely erotic feeling, being manipulated like this by her, but yet humiliating to have the professor watching us so closely, he even patted her on the back when she was through. Finally class had ended for the day. We adjusted our clothes and left the class. I had never talked to Trisha outside of class before, but today was different. She asked me if I wanted to skip our next class and go have some breakfast in the cafe instead. I was a little too worked up to listing to another boring lecture so I agreed. We ordered some food, both admitting that we were too nervous to eat before class. "Can you believe that class?" Trisha started. "Oh my god, how embarrassing was that?" I replied. We both just shook our heads, I also noticed Steven was in the cafe with some of his buddies. "Look at Mister Pervert over there," I said, as Trisha spotted Steven as well. "You think he was perverted did you see that other guy?" Trisha cried. "Oh my God! How did the girls let him get away with that?" I replied. "I don't know, but did you see that huge bulge in his pants? I think that had a little to do with it," Trisha said with a laugh. "I even see the three of them hanging around quite a bit now." "Maybe," I mumbled, willing to play coy. "Didn't you like it when Steven touched your breasts?" Trisha asked as we sat down to eat. "No, not really, did you?" I meekly asked. "Oh my god, I almost came right there!" She cried. "Really?" I snapped. "Yah he's so cute, and he smelled so good!" She said, her face almost euphoric looking. "I guess," I mumbled, as she had a point, but the dirty bastard definitely took advantage of the situation presented to him by the professor. "Can I asked you something and promise me you won't get mad?" Trisha asked timidly. "What?" I asked, but I had a feeling. "Are you a lesbian or bi or something?" She mumbled her voice trailing off. "That's what I thought you were going to ask," I said with a laugh. "No I consider myself a heterosexual female, but just to be honest, I guess I haven't seen much action lately, with studying and work in all." "Really me too, I glad I'm not the only one," she mumbled. "Oh wait sorry." "That's ok I know what you meant," I said, as we both giggled. "I guess it has been a little too long. I even liked it a little when the professor felt my tits up," she moaned. "It has been too long!" I cried, as we both shared another laugh. "Sorry I was a little rough with yah during our practical, I guess I got caught up in the moment," I mumbled. "Yah I guess I did too, hope I didn't hurt your nipples," she said with a giggle. "Nah, they are a little raw though," I moaned. "You definitely win the longest nipples in the class award," she said with a sly grin. "I'm honored," I said sarcastically. "Did you happen to flip through the rest of the book?" She asked, seemingly trying to change the subject. "Oh the handbook," I moaned. "I think today was just the tip of the iceberg, sort of speak," she said. "I know, we have patient care next, sponge baths, pre-surgery prep, rectal temperatures, all kinds of embarrassing stuff, I can't wait!" I cried out. We both shared a nervous giggle. "Hey I wonder if Steven has a girlfriend?" Trisha purred. "20 of them!" I cried out. We both broke out into nervous laughter. We also both knew we were in for a long semester. The End. Let me know if you want more of this series. As always stay tuned for more adventures from Deputy Duffy. Please send me your comments and vote. Undercover Nurse Ch. 02 Authors note. I met a female police detective at a local convention, and we had a few drinks at the bar, well after a few more drinks I really just wanted to get in her pants (big surprise) but I had to settle for this story she told me instead. You may want to read part 1 first, as Ch 2 picks up right where part one ended. * * * * * Trisha and I spent the rest of the morning talking, it was really nice to finally make a friend, she told me everything about herself that morning, while I had to make up a life story, basically I told her I felt alone in the world, which at times in this job I did. I managed to go to the nursing home, were I worked a couple hours a day, and every other weekend. It was kind of a sad place to be, as basically I spent my time with people who were in their last days among us. One thing it did do was give me newfound respect for the nurses and doctors who did their jobs day in and day out. After work I went for a jog around 9 pm, my mind kept replaying today's events, over and over. I was definitely glad it was over, but I also knew my assignment was far from over. I was just about back at the campus when all of a sudden a white van almost hit me as it screeched to a stop, the door flung open and I was violently pulled inside. "What the fuck, let me go mother fuckers!" I screamed. "Wow nice language detective!" A voice hissed. Suddenly I heard the van fill with familiar laughter. I looked up to see my boss and another man smiling down on me. My boss was a 50ish balding man who sported a huge beer belly or maybe it was from one to many jelly donuts, and his partner was a 40'ish guy who wasn't in much better shape. "You guys scared the shit out of me!" I hissed, as the van rolled away. "Sorry about that detective, but we just thought we would drop by and have a quick word with yah," my boss said, in his gravely voice, "have you found out anything yet." "Only that the professor is a bit of a pervert, so I wouldn't be surprised if the allegations are true." "Yah well we already knew that, but being a pervert ain't what we need, we need proof that he is using his position to take advantage of his students," my boss said. "Well he made all of us go topless in class and he even touched some of the girl's breasts," I managed. "Man I would have loved to see that!" His partner sneered. I should have expected as much, as he always acted like a slime ball. He's the type of guy that would strip search a nun for Jaywalking. I only reacted by giving him the finger. "Ok knock it off," my boss yelled, "Yah we know all that, but that is covered by the wavier you all signed, when he is in class he can play his little games all he wants and disguise it as medical training. What we need is the outside activities of the professor," he said. "Well I haven't seen anything," I said, my head spinning. "Maybe you should try little harder, look at these!" He barked. He showed me some pictures. "Recognize them," he sneered. "Yah the blondes Suzy, she in my class, the other two are John and Amanda, what are these?" "They were all taking coming out of the professors office and if you notice they look a little more disheveled coming out as they did going in," my boss said as he handed me more photos, "and they all spent quite some time in his office." He gave me some time to examine the photos. "Detective I must say, you look a little stunned!" He said, with a smile. He was right; I was a little stunned because I really thought I was alone on the case, so I asked. "What are you kidding me, like we are going to send a rookie detective out in the field and not watch her back, listen to this," he said with a laugh. He played a recording, it took a minute or two before I realized that they had the classroom bugged. "That's right we are listening, so what I need is for you to get them talking, start by trying to get to work with Suzy or Amanda, or get close to them, and also try to get the professor to invite you back to his office," he hissed. After thinking about what he was saying, "Wait, what if the professor wants to have sex with me?" I mumbled. "If he forces you or coerces you, then he would be out of bounds and we can nail him, just remember you are only to observe and react like a normal student would," he said. "Meaning," I mumbled, not believing what I was hearing. "You have been authorized to do what you have to do, whatever happens, happens, you just finish out the semester and the class. Then let us handle the criminal charges and then we will bring you in as the star witness," he barked. "Now get out of here and do your job." They dropped me off behind a large farmhouse, as I jogged back to the campus, I was still having trouble believing my instructions. Never did I figure that they would want me to go through with it, I mean I figured I would slap the cuffs on him right there, and take him away. I spent the rest of the night, and the whole next day trying to plan my next move. After being scolded by my boss, I was more determined then ever to complete my assignment. Maybe I wouldn't have to have sex with anyone anyways, if I could just get Suzy and Amanda to tell me what happened to them in his office, but first I have to find a way to become their partner, as that's how I became friends with Trisha. The next class rolled along and I was still uneasy about the whole thing. I had to keep reminding myself of the job, I was damn proud to be the first female detective in our department and I wanted to show them that I was a worthy. "Hi Trish, I had fun the other day, well after class anyways," I said noticing her coming into class. "Hi Fran me too, oh my god, your favorite guy was behind me, hopefully he was checking out my legs, I wore this skirt just for him!" Trisha said with excitement. I noticed she had on a rather short skirt, and looking around the class, all of the girl's now sported skirts as well. I also noticed Steven come into class right behind her, and he went right up to the front of the class. He sat on one of the exam tables right next to the professors brown table. I'm surprised he didn't bring the professor a big red apple, while he was at it. The professor told the class to read the next chapter in the handbook, but most of us just watched as the professor was observing a couple of re-exams from the last class, as a couple of girls tried to improve their grade, and there was one girl who missed the last class. I wasn't really surprised that Steven was up front with the professor, as the girl who missed last class was kind of cute with little perky boobs. I almost laughed out loud when I saw him lift her shirt up over her head, and start to examine, or his version of examine, her breasts. I guess he just had to make it official and manhandle all the girls in the class. An idea quickly flashed into my head, I figured this was my chance. I took several deep breaths trying to muster all my strength; finally I raised my hand. "Yes Fran what is it," the professor said, when he finally noticed me. "Thank you Dr. Dan, I don't mean to sound rude, but I think it is a little unfair that Steven and John get to work with all the groups," I said as calmly as I could. "What do you mean Miss Lewis?" he barked. "Well they get the advantage of working with different patients, I mean we are not all built the same," as I said this, I could feel the stares from the other girls and it feel like they were burning a hole right through me. "What are you doing," Trisha even whispered. "Well Miss Lewis you have a point, I think," the professor said, "are you talking about breast size, for the breast exam?" "Yah, I mean they can't all feel the same," I mumbled. "No I guess not," the professor groaned, "but it was no doings of mine, you have all been free to work with who you want, when you want. I just figured you were a little more comfortable working with the same partners," the professor said in a harsh tone, as the class was grumbling. "I did notice that Steven bounced around, and I even complemented him on it, as I would have done if anyone else had done it," the professor continued, "but maybe I wasn't clear enough in my prior instructions, so I was going to move on, but since I don't want any one to feel like they got cheated." Now the girls in the class were all glaring at me, even Suzy and Amanda. "So next class we will all get a chance to work with new partners. What we will do is line up some of the girls, all different sizes breasts, and then the class can go through one by one until every one has got a chance, to work with different sizes, and thank you Miss Lewis for pointing out my error," the professor said. The class was grumbling again, I felt like I was a foot tall, that really didn't turn out like I had hoped and now I had nineteen girls who probable want my head, even Trisha wouldn't look at me. The professor dismissed the class. I just sat in my chair as the girls filled out, most of them giving me glaring looks, and predictably I got a few dyke comments. "Hi Fran," Steven said, as he sat down next to me. "Great as if my day couldn't have gone any worse," I mumbled. "Fran would you like to go out with me for a beer tonight, there is a cool band playing." "Sorry Steven I don't think I'm in the mood," I interrupted. "Man I didn't ask you to fuck me yet; I usually wait for the second date for that, maybe just a little blowjob on the first!" Steven said with a laugh. "I have to go," I mumbled, and before I killed him. "Wait Fran, really I owe yah, I mean another day in titty heaven, how can I ever thank you," I heard his voice fade as I rushed away The next class, was one that I will never forget. The professor started it with roll call and said he was pleased that we all made it. I know it took every thing I had inside of me to make the walk to class. "All right girls and guys for that matter as I don't want to treat you any differently," the professor said, looking right at me. "Please take off your shirts and leave them on your chairs and come up to the front of the room." I looked around the room, predictably receiving many dirty looks, as the girls slowly shed their shirts and made their way up front. "I talked to Steven after class the other day and he came up with a good idea, so since it was his, Steven you have the floor," the professor said as he patted Steven on the back. "Ah! Thank you Dr. Dan, well you all know what happened last class, so what we are going to do is start with a group of five girls lined up from big to not so big, you'll work your way down the line, and then when you get to the end, you will stand next to the last girl. Then we will make our way around the class until everyone has practiced with everyone, and again thank you miss Lewis." Steven said, with a wink. It just killed me knowing how much he was loving all this, while most of the girls trembled with nerves, most of them were also covering their chests with their arms or hands. "Now girls if you could all put your hands behind your back so I can see your breast size, we will start," Steven oozed. Most of the girls were looking back at him with pleading eyes, but he just went around and batted at the arms of the girls who were slow to get into position. Then of course, he added to our humiliation by walking around and openly gawking at us, while making little comments about our breasts sizes, comparing them to fruits, watermelons, cantaloupes, apples, and so on. Finally he started placing us in order, by our breasts size. He started to make two rows of ten, he even did some last minute changes until he was perfectly satisfied we were all in correct order, it was so humiliating. Some of the girls were already having trouble keeping their composer as the sounds of sniffling and weeping filled the room, which made my stomach turn, as I knew that this was mostly my fault. "Now that we are in order why don't we get started, lets start with the biggest, that would be you Ann," he said. Ann was an overweight girl who had enormous breasts that stretched almost down to her belly button. She was mortified standing in front of the class, judging by her quivering face, and running nose. Steven pulled Suzy up next, then he pulled Trisha up front, she even looked back at me with a "help me" look on her face. I felt so sick and helpless, and then he picked a plain looking girl who had tinny little breasts, and finally he picked a girl named Toni who was very pretty, but she was also flat as a board. The poor girl was in tears as Steven pulled her to the front, she begged him not too. "Don't cry Toni," Steven said as he stroked her hair, "there is more to a woman than her breasts." This surprising sentence stunned me because I didn't think Steven had a sensitive bone in his body. "I mean Toni; you do have a nice ass!" Steven said, quickly affirming my prior opinion of him. "Now that we are all into position, Amanda since you're the biggest left, why don't you lead us off," Steven said. The professor came over and patted Steven on the back, just like he always did. "And remember girls I will be grading you, on your performance on these first five girls, after that you're only practicing," the professor said. Amanda started working on Ann, as she did Steven came over to me, and whispered into my ear. "Even though your nice sized tits, leave you near the front of the class, you will go last, since this was your idea," I tried to slap him as he finished his smutty statement, by pinching my ass under my skirt. But just like my idea, my slap missed the mark. We were about five girls down the line when the sound of the back door being open startled the group, as I'm sure most of the group thought the door was locked during class, being topless didn't help the startled factor any. "Ah, Dr. Dickens come in," the professor oozed. We watched in horror as a older gentlemen wearing a white doctors coat, walked to the front of the class, followed by two even older guys and a just plain old looking white haired women. "Class this is Dr. Dickens, some of you may know him, he is the sports department's head doctor, and this is Mr. John, Mr. Wilkerson, and Miss Valmont, they are all on the budgetary subcommittee. They are here today to observe our class, as the nursing department just put in an increase request for next year's budget," the professor said. I was more than stunned, and I figured the rest of the girls were more than a little surprised by the intruders as well. I mean being naked in front of a doctor was one thing, but the budgetary sub-whatever. The two older gentlemen had to be in there 60's or even 70's. One of the men even looked like he was having trouble breathing, as he took in the site of twenty topless women. Some who were now even examining the breasts of the girls upfront, as the class went back to work following the professor's instructions. What I wasn't surprised at was the fact that the smooth chested Steven was over with the group shaking hands, and I soon heard him explaining what was going on, to the stunned group. He even pointed to me, which brought a, shame on you, look from the old woman. I watched him for what seemed like a couple of minutes as he joked and clowned it up, with John and the visitors. The professor taping me on the shoulder startled me, but not as much as the sight of nineteen girls lined up around the class, hands behind their heads, waiting for me to examine them, as it must had been more than a couple of minutes. "Lets Go Fran," he barked. I moved forward and started working on Ann; my hands trembled with nerves as the professor watched over my shoulder, as did the rest of the group of intruders. Suzy was next, as we only examined one breast per girl, to speed up the process. If looks could kill Suzy would have killed me, ten times over, as I rolled her large nipple in my fingers. I moved down the line quickly and then even more so, after Toni and my grading stopped. I wasn't surprised that most of the girls flashed me evil smiles, or mean scowls, as I made my way around. I looked back and I noticed Ann was on my heals, followed by the rest of the girls, but it wasn't until I got to the end of the line of girls, that I realized that all of the girls would now get their chance to examine me. "After you finish with Fran you can leave," I heard the professor say from the front, as I was now right next to the open back door. John and Steven came down to the back and stood right in front of me and watched with smiles, as Ann started feeling my left breast. Ann finished quickly and Suzy moved in, Suzy however was anything but quick. She didn't even pretend to "examine" my breast, she just began fondling me, and with Steven and John blocking the view of the group up front, she was pulling on my nipples like she was trying to pull them off. My eyes began to water up from the pain, but also from the realization of just how much my plan, from the other day, had backfired. Finally Suzy finished by rubbing her own large nipples into mine, which the guy's really seemed to enjoy. Finally Suzy left, but I still had seventeen more girls to go. After a couple more girls passed, I saw Amanda approach me with an evil smile on her lips, as rough as Suzy was with me it was nothing compared to Amanda. She looked back and made sure the group up front was occupied, they seemed to be in a heated discussion, probably about the budget. Amanda quickly grabbed at my erect nipples, she licked her lips, as bent down and put my left nipple in her mouth, slowly sucking it at first, and then she bit down. I let out a yelp from the pain, as she quickly stood up and wiped away her saliva from my assaulted nipple, as she left. The rest of the girls filed past quickly, most of them where probably in a rush to cover up and get out of there, but there was this one girl who had odd shaped breasts and had a particular rough time holding in her emotions, as he face was covered with black mascara, brought down from her streaming tears. When she stood in front of me, she kissed me on the lips, which caught me by surprise, and then she spent some time playing with my breasts. She grabbed them by the nipples and pulled them around in different directions, letting them go, laughing as the bounced lewdly back into place. My eyes were glazed over, so I couldn't really see anymore. Then she reached under my skirt and trusted her hand in my panties and roughly fingered my embarrassingly wet pussy. I tried to stop her actions with words at first, as I pleaded with her to stop, but I finally had to physically pull her fingers out of my pussy. If that wasn't bad enough, she then went over to John and put her fingers up to his lips, and my stomach turned as he sucked my juices off her fingers. Thankfully the girls stopped coming by, as my nipples were on fire now. I think some of them never even came by at all, including Trisha, in their hurriedness to leave, as I'm sure this had to awful experience for most of them. I finally felt a sense of relief, as I went to my chair and put on my T-shirt; little did I know that today's humiliation was far from over. "Miss Lewis could you come up front please," the professor barked, "Now what," I said to myself, as I reluctantly went up front. I was surprised to see the still topless Suzy and Amanda up front, as well as the girl who missed the last class, who I found out was named Samantha. "Miss Lewis, understandably the committee can't come to every class, so we are going to show them some of the other thing we will be doing in class, Dr. Dickens will be assisting me as well," the professor said. Undercover Nurse Ch. 02 "I would love to stay, but I have to go to my next class," I mumbled, as I really didn't like the sound of it. "Nonsense, plus looking at the clock we still have an hour of class time left, and you could really use the extra credit, as could you Miss Kellogg," he said looking at Samantha. I wanted to protest more, but I quickly thought of my assignment and I also figured this might get me a little closer to Amanda and Suzy. I noticed Steven and John also joining us up front. "Dr. Dan can we hang around as well?" Steven asked. "Well If the girls don't mind," the professor said rather wisely. The sounds of Suzy and Amanda saying they didn't mind drowned out my lame attempt at protesting. "All right lets get started," the doctor said rather excitingly, which made me a little more nervous. I wanted to run out the door now, only the thoughts of my boss listening kept me there. The professor then started explaining the importance of regular breast examines and not to make light of a serious issue, I just think he wanted another chance to examine Amanda's large breasts, as he was using her as a model as he spoke. The doctor then said something about the older woman being a retired nurse. I let out a small gasp when her hands went up to Suzy's large perfect breasts, who was standing next to Amanda. "Wow they didn't build'em like this in my day," the old woman said, as she continued feeling around Suzy's perfect breasts. The professor and the visiting doctor then moved over in front of me and told me to take off my T-shirt, They watched me lift my shirt over my head, and for the second time today I was left topless in class. "I noticed this one from across the room," the doctor said as my nipples came into view. Closing my eyes, I sat in stunned silence as they both took their turn examining my raw breasts. I heard them telling the old man who was having trouble breathing exactly what they were doing, and yet I was still surprised as wholly hell when I opened my eyes and found that the old bastard had my left breast in his wrinkled hands, he was just feeling away. Fortunately he stopped quickly, as my death stare may have scared him off. I saw the other old man release Samantha's breasts from his hands as well, and then finally the old woman stopped working on Suzy. I didn't even have time to think about protesting anymore as things happened quickly, I was ordered to get up on to the brown table by the professor. I looked over to my left and Samantha was being helped onto the exam chair, by the doctor, off to the end of the table. She had a look of concern on her face, as I must have worn one on mine as well. The professor came around the table and he was carrying two white bags, he gave one to the other doctor and then came over to me. He had Suzy sit next to me, he took a thermometer out of the bag, and opened it up and shook it, before putting it in her mouth. He took out another one from the bag, and when he opened it up, I almost died, as it was much bigger and I knew from reading the handbook that it was a rectal thermometer. "Ok Fran, as I can tell by that look on your face you know what this is, and where it's going. I know it is embarrassing, but I want you to get up on your hands and knees," the professor said. I didn't even want to look at their faces at that point, but I did see Suzy looking at me with the thermometer in her mouth, yet still managing a wicked smile, as I somehow managed to get into that awful position. I felt the back of my skirt being quickly lifted. I was embarrassed to say the least, when my panties came into view. I tried to not let Steven's little comments about my granny panties add to it. The professor was mumbling instructions that were escaping me, as he guided me into place. He pulled my panties down, picked up a knee and then the other while also spreading them wider, and then he pressed down on my upper back, as I put my head and shoulders to the table. I laid my face down on my hands, while looking back I noticed some panties, now bunched on the table. I let out a small gasp when I suddenly realized that they were mine, while I also knew how exposed this position left me to the group. Now also looking in Samantha's direction, she wasn't fairing any better. The other doctor had her panties off as well and was placing her legs in the stirrups. I watched as the doctor then spread the stirrups rather abruptly, Samantha looked at me with horror on her face, as she was now almost in a split position, I noticed her ankles were also strapped into the stirrups. Quickly I was brought back to my own misery by the sound of rubber being snapped. "All right first we must lube the patient," I heard the professor moan. I braced my back side as best as possible, still the professors sudden intrusion of my anus caught me by surprise, as I let out a howl. "Just relax Fran," I heard him say as he pressed into me even further, Just a thought here, but why do they always say that, does anyone really relax, while the doctor has his finger up your ass. The doctor started to move his finger in and almost out. I had never even dreamed of putting anything up my ass before, and after this experience I'll have a reason why, as just his finger was causing my eyes to water from the considerable discomfort. "Ok slowly work it into her anus," I heard the professor say, as I felt the hard object invade my anus. I also knew from the way he was saying it, someone else was twisting it into me like a corkscrew. I couldn't even bring myself to look back. "And that's all there is to it," the professor said. "Good job, now we wait." "Oh yah, that's all there is to it!" I wanted to scream out. I noticed that the group had turned their attention Samantha and the other doctor, who now had his finger in her pussy and was working it around, like he was looking for something. I also noticed Steven and John playing with a silver object, with their rubber gloved hands. It took me a second or two to figure out that the object they were fooling around with was a speculum. If they only had a vagina they wouldn't be so carefree with the cruel device. Suzy slapped Steven upside the head, which brought the first smile of the day to my face, as he handed it to the doctor. Samantha on the other hand was sporting anything but a smile. She mouthed the word "help" to me, which made my stomach turn, as there was nothing I could do for the poor girl. I mean I was on my hands and knees with a thermometer sticking out of my ass at the time. The group of onlookers all seemed to lean forward as the doctor placed the shinny speculum against her hairless pussy. She let out a moan and brought her hands up to cover her panic stricken face, as the doctor quickly trusted the demonic device into place and snapped in open, he was anything but gentle with the poor girl. The doctor stood up and handed a penlight to John, who quickly bent down to get a closer look deep inside the visibly upset young women's spread vagina. Then John handed it to Steven, and then he passed it on, until everyone in the group had a good look. "Please Doctor, I can't handle this anymore," Samantha finally begged, as tears streamed down her face. "Ok, that's enough for today, all's we have to do is clean you up, Steven grab a wipe and finish up here," the doctor said with a pat on Steven's back. "And why don't you finish up with Fran," the professor said to Amanda who was standing right behind me. I had no time to even react, as I quickly felt the thermometer being push into me at first, causing a jarring pain, before it was slowly pulled out. Amanda grabbed a wipe and started to clean the lubricant from my anus, she also used this opportunity to cause more pain, as she was rather rough with me. Simultaneously Steven was wiping Samantha's pussy with a wipe and a wide smile, yet it also looked like to me that he was also taking this opportunity to examine her pussy from up close. John was also peering over his shoulder watching his every move. It was at that moment that I had a sick feeling come over me, I don't know why I didn't think of it sooner, but if my boss had the class room wired for sound then there was a chance he could have a video surveillance system in place as well. Suddenly I imagined him and his partner watching the seen from the white van. The thought made me sick. I know they would have given anything to see the Ice Queen, as they call me, behind my back, because I turned down their many requests for dates, and being the only women in my department I kept to myself, go through the humiliating things I did today. I guess you could say it was the final straw, as I now joined Samantha in the water works department. I flipped over and jumped off the table, pushing Amanda out of the way. "Why don't you girls; take a hot shower, so you can clean up, and it will help you regain your composer," the professor said as he led Samantha and me to the shower room. I was never so happy to get out of that room; little did I know I wasn't going to like the shower room much either. The End CH 2. Thanks for taking the time to read my little story. Let me know if you want more of this series. Please be kind and vote. As always stay tuned for more adventures from Deputy Duffy. Undercover Nurse Ch. 03 Authors note. I met a female police detective at a local convention, and we had a few drinks at the bar, well after a few more drinks I really just wanted to get in her pants (big surprise) but I had to settle for this story she told me instead. You may want to read part 1 first, and then Ch 2. As Ch 3 picks up right where part one and two ended. Chapter 3 "The Shower Incident." Samantha and I entered the bathroom/shower room. First we spent a second or two looking around, as it was the first time either of us had been in the room. First we noticed that there were two stalls and a large sink area. There was also a towel rack, with a couple of white towels. After the two stalls the wall opened up and there was a small shower area with three showerheads, a shower mitt, and a bar of soap, dangled off each one. After quickly stripping of the rest of my clothes, I entered the shower area. Each showerhead had it's own setting, so I went around and turned on all three. The water was hot, but not scolding. I settled in under the first spray. Samantha was soon standing under the middle stream. Normally I would be a little hesitant about showering with another woman, but after what we just went through, it almost felt comforting to have her there with me. "Wow what a day," I said, not sure what else to say, to sort of break the ice. "Oh man, I tell yah one thing, I'm never going to miss class again," she moaned, "that was ridiculous." "I know and what was with the old dudes?" I said, as I stuck my head under the hot stream of water. "No shit! That old guy with the big belly actually felt me up!" She cried. "Yah, well I had the guy with the breathing problem! Man I thought he was going to have a heart attack!" I cried. "And then they all looked up my...Well you know..." she moaned, as I looked over at her, trying not to stare. "What do you think, did they get that raise next year?" she said, as our eyes met, then we both shared a nervous laugh, "and what about that old hag?" "At least that old lady picked Suzy," I said. "No shit, but really wouldn't you?" She asked. "What do you mean?" "Cut it out, I mean Suzy's breasts are perfect, man I would kill to have a set like that!" Samantha oozed, as I just shook my head, thankful that some else shared my opinion. "Did I hear someone say my name?" We turned around to see Suzy enter the shower area, followed quickly by Amanda. "How's the water girls?" A stunningly naked Suzy asked. "We'll be done in a sec," I snapped, as their sudden appearance and their nakedness caught me by surprise. I was also a little embarrassed that she caught us talking about her breasts. "We can share," Suzy purred. "Plus you can probably use a hand getting that tight little anus all clean," Amanda said with a laugh, and a slap on my ass. "I think I can manage," I hissed. "Hey room for two more," I heard Steven's voice echo, before I even saw him. "No way, get the fuck out of here!" I screamed. "What didn't you see the front of the bathroom door, there is a boy stick figure and a girl stick figure," Steven said as he pushed me aside to wet his naked body. "Yah and I got the stick," John said as he came into the shower next. I let out a small gasp when I saw the size of his cock. A stick, the dude had a baseball bat. I had never seen one, close to that big before. "He hung like bull no," Amanda whispered in my ear as she massaged my ass. "Please I'm not into this," I moaned. "What you telling me your not the least bit horny?" Steven said, stroking my wet hair. "Please your scaring me!" I cried as the group seemed to surround me, except for John who went right to over to Samantha and I noticed his hands were now all over her Soap covered body. "Please get out of here!" I pleaded, for the both of us. "What are you a fucking virgin!" Amanda barked. "No but," "Just a baby then?" She interrupted. "No, but," "But what, you just don't like us?" She barked, as they seemed to move in even closer. "We're all friends here aren't we?" Amanda said, as she twisted my sore left nipple. I guess my police training got the best of me for a second, as I slipped out of character and grabbed Amanda by the arm and twisted it behind her back, slamming her into the tile wall. Suzy quickly jumped on my back and we all crashed onto the floor, as we pulled hair and body parts. I was doing my best to fight them off, while Steven tried to break up the action, but he was having a hard time, because he was busy laughing his ass off, while watching the catfight. Finally for some reason, we all just stopped and kind of looked over, at the other end of the shower, which was only a four or five feet away. Samantha was on her knees in front of John and was sucking on his monstrous cock; at least she was trying. "Samantha," I groaned, while she just looked at me and shrugged her shoulders. "At least she likes dick," Amanda purred. "I like dick too," I said a little more forcefully then I wanted too. "Yah then prove it," she said. "What?" "Look at Steven, he looks like he could use some attention," she said. I look at Steven, who was now sporting an erection himself, his cock was pointing straight up to the ceiling, it was nice sized and seemingly as hard as a steel rod, as he was washing and stroking himself. "Or maybe you want some of this?" Amanda moaned, as she spread her knees and began to play with her bare pussy. I just sat there, not really knowing how to react to all the perverse acts, going on around me. I did notice Samantha leading John out of the showers by his cock, she didn't seem to be in any distress, jugging by her wide grin she flashed me. "C'mon Amanda, Fran is hopeless," Suzy barked as she helped Amanda to her feet, they went to the middle showerhead and began to rinsing each other off. I stood up and started to rinse myself off, on the first spray. "Need some help with your back?" Steven purred. I didn't even answer him, as much as I wanted to tell him to fuck off, I just kept silent and still. He had a shower mitt on his right hand and started washing my back with it; I must admit it wasn't half bad. Then his hand made it's way lower of course and he washed my ass for some time and then the back of my legs. "Let's turn this off for a second," he said, as he turned off the spray of water. He placed my hands on the wall and kicked my feet apart, like he was going to search me. Instead he got the mitt good and soapy and washed my neck and breasts, of course he spent a lot of time on my breasts, before making his way down my stomach. Then down each leg before washing between my legs, which caused me to squirm. He put the water on a fine spray to rinse me off, all while using his free hand to lightly play with my ass. It felt strangely erotic to be washed like that. I noticed the two other girls were washing each other, much the same way. "Are you ready for something a little bigger in here?" Steven said as his finger found it's way inside of my pussy, which reminded me of who had just been fondling my body, and why he bugged me so. I pushed him away, but he just grabbed my ass cheeks and was running his hard cock between them. I spun around quickly, now looking him right in the eye. "It's your call Fran, do you want to be friends, or are we going to be enemies all year?" Steven said in a harsh tone. I felt the water turn off as Amanda and Suzy were standing right by my side. "So what's it going to be Princess?" Amanda hissed. My face felt flush as I felt a little trapped, if I met Steven under different circumstances, I might have jumped at the chance to be with him. After all he was a good looking guy, and looked even better naked, but he acted like a slime ball, and he still sported that stupid cocky grin on his face, that made me want to just nail him one! Instead because of this assignment, I was going to have to let him nail me one! It just didn't seem right. Just the thought of it was making my skin crawl. I felt pressure on my shoulders, as Amanda was forcing me to kneel down, I knew I still could have fought my way out of there if I had to. Amanda finally had me on my knees, she looked at me with an anxious look on her face. I wasn't stupid, I knew what they wanted. I took a deep breath and slowly opened my mouth, Steven quickly guided his rock hard erection into it. It had been a long time since I gave head, as I'm really not that type of girl. Jugging by his face, I don't really think that I was giving him a very good blowjob at that point, but I really didn't care if I gave him a good one or not. Amanda on the other hand seemed hell bent on making me do it, a whole lot better. Personally, Amanda just looked and acted like the type of girl, who would have probably sucked on her share of dicks by now. "Watch me you stupid cunt," she hissed, as she grabbed his cock and began sucking on it, like she was trying to get to the center, affirming my prior opinion of her. She forced my mouth back on Steven's cock, and then she then used her hands to grab my hair and was pushing my head back and forth. After a minute or two, I looked up and Steven was obviously enjoying this more now. Suzy was also helping his ecstasy level, as she was standing behind him, running her body and her small hands up and down his smooth, tanned body. I wasn't trying too, but I was soon making grunting and slurping sounds. "That's it baby get nasty," Amanda purred. After a minute or two more of this, Amanda took his still rock hard dick out of my mouth. "Stick out your tongue," she barked, "yah that's it," when I sheepishly replied. She started to smack his hard cock against my tongue, and then she smacked it off my cheek and face a few times. She was still doing her best to humiliate me, and it was working, I felt like a five-dollar whore. She sucked on his cock for a bit and then lifted it up and cupped his balls in her hands, I had a funny feeling, before she even said it. "I wanna see yah lick his balls, as I suck his cock." If I didn't see him cleaning himself earlier, I never would have done it. I really just kind of juggled them with my tongue anyways, it was actually kind of funny. Amanda moved behind me and we took turns sucking on him for a spell, before she again grabbed my head again and was pushing me back and forth again. It was like she was trying to push it all the way down my throat. Steven was now moaning audibly for the first time. I started to panic as I felt Steven's body begin to shake, I tried to pull my head away, but Amanda used her body weight to keep me in place. "No you don't!" She cried. I felt a blast of hot sticky cum hit the back of my throat, it almost felt like it burned me. I quickly gulped it down, as I sucked on his cock as hard as I could now, to try and get it in and down as fast as I could. I had remembered an old girlfriend's theory, who used to swallow all the time. She told me it was easier that way. She might have been right, as most of it was gone before the taste and texture, really even hit me. Although I can say it was something that I wouldn't want to make a habit out of doing. "Wow that was intense," Steven moaned. "Looks like old Fran here might be cool enough, to hang with after all," Amanda said. "C'mon Steven I'll get you cleaned up," Suzy purred, as she grabbed his cock and led him to the third shower head, I was still on my knees when I felt a blast of water, hit the back of my head. "Get up and I'll clean you up," Amanda said as she yanked me to my feet. I felt Amanda rubbing my back and then she was rubbing my ass, back and forth, as I faced directly into the stream of hot water. I took the opportunity to wash out my mouth, as the initial taste of cum wasn't all that bad, but the aftertaste was kicking in. "Hand me the soap and I'll wash your pretty little asshole out," Amanda said, as she was rubbing her finger over it. "Please that..." She interrupted me by repeating her statement, and by pulling on the back of my hair, while sticking her finger slightly into my anus. I just didn't feel like fighting her anymore at that point, although I made a promise to myself right there. When this job was over, Amanda and I were going to have a face to fist talk. I reluctantly handed her the soap. She spent a couple of minutes soaping up my ass and then rubbing her soapy mitt around and over my ass, while spreading my ass cheeks. "It was so cool seeing you squirm around today when I slid that thermometer up your cute ass, just like this," she toyed. I felt her finger slide over my asshole and then into it. I grabbed the showerhead in an effort to stop me from falling, but also to keep me from smashing her face in. She began thrusting her finger in and out, it was uncomfortable and just a little painful. "See this is how I can be, or this is how I can be." Amanda said, as I felt her kissing her way down my back. I felt her spread my ass cheeks and then I felt the strangest sensation I ever felt. I look back just to make sure. Yep, she was licking my anus with her long tongue all right. I put my head against the tile wall, and hoped that she was only testing me. It just seemed like the most perverse thing one could do. I also felt some of her fingers start to explore my pussy. Amanda finally seemed to be focused on circling my clitoris with small circles, as she was becoming even more vigorous with her licking of my anus, I hated myself for it at the time, but I soon found myself experiencing the most intense orgasm of my young life. "Please stop...I can't," I moaned, as my legs just gave out on me. Amanda caught me in her arms, as the water blasted us both in the face. She was now using the stream of water to wash out her mouth. "See that's how I can treat my friends, how bout it," she said, as she caressed my body. I wasn't fully recovered yet, or I could use my job as an excuse, either way, I just shook my head. "So you want to be our friend" I heard Steven say as he helped me to my feet. "Yes," I moaned still a little shell-shocked. "Cool, then met us tonight at the Pit around 10-ish." Steven finished his sentence by giving me a kiss. "The Pit, that figures, it was the nastiest bar around. You could say it lived up to its name." I thought. "Yah and try to look hot!" Amanda said as she slapped my ass. "And Fran," Suzy said, as she looked me in the eyes, and licked my lips with her tongue, "Initiation time," I felt her tongue enters my mouth, she pressed her lips against mine, they were the softest lips I have ever felt. There was nothing to fight off here. I closed my eyes and became lost in an exceptionally passionate kiss, from one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen. I may have become too wrapped up in the kiss, because when I opened my eyes again they were gone, even Suzy. I turned up the showers as hot a I could stand it and just let the stream of steaming hot water belt my head, I was trying to clear it, as the little shower incident, punctuated by Suzy's kiss, had seemingly left me in a fog. My mind raced back over today's events, I was trying to make sense of it all, while it was still fresh, although it already seemed like a dream. When I woke up this morning I could never have imagined that: I would have had my hands on 19 women's breasts, as well as them on me, in return, while I was really abused by three or four of them. I really couldn't believe the whole budget-group invasion thing. Did a seventy-year-old guy really have his hands on my naked breasts? Then there was the whole thermometer thing, Amanda, I knew it was her. What was up with Samantha, she really seemed to be having a tuff time in the classroom, but in the showers, she was sucking John's cock, in like one minute. And what about John, is the boy deformed? Could I ever handle something that big? Did I want too? Did I really suck off Steven, and worse swallow his cum? Was I really going to let him fuck me? Did I want to fuck him? And then Amanda licking my asshole, how could I have enjoyed that so much? What if she wanted me to do that to her? And what about the beautiful Suzy, why did I yearn to be kissed like that forever more? Why did I want her so? The professor finally got his hands on my breasts, as well as his doctor buddy And what about the professor, could I really go through with it, could I really have sex with him? Maybe my boss was right, maybe I should have stuck with giving out fucking parking tickets! Finally I turned off the showers, my head was still spinning. When I got out of the showers, I went to grab a towel off the rack. "Great they didn't even leave me a towel! Now I'll have to dress all wet, dress, wait a minute. Were my clothes?" I thought. "OH MY GOD!" I screamed when it hit me that all my clothes were gone, I immediately thought of the word, "initiation." I frantically searched around the small room, there were few hiding places, but I searched them over and over, nothing. "My sweatshirt, my handbag," I cried as I pictured them on the back of my chair. I slowly peeked out the bathroom door, thankfully the room was empty. I slowly focused on my chair, no sweatshirt, no handbag, nothing. "I am fucked," I said to myself, as I began to search around the classroom, everything was locked up, there wasn't even any spare books lying around, or a map, or anything like that. I started to panic. I went to the backdoor, I could hear a professor giving a lecture in the next class. I knew if I stayed here any longer, I was a sitting duck, they had to use this classroom more than once a day, and I also had to go to work in the afternoon. "Wow what was happing to me, I was actually thinking about my depressing part time job at the nursing home. But it was true people were counting on me to show up." I said to myself, "I couldn't even call out for help because I knew they would have stopped listening by now." I looked at the clock, I knew classes would be getting out soon. I figured it was know or never, I mean this was college, I'm sure I wouldn't be the first streaker in it's history. I was doing my best to psych myself up. I took some deep breaths and opened the door and began racing down the hall. I used the stairs, as no one ever did that anymore. So far so good, I just had to make it through the front lobby of the library. I peeked through the stair's window, it was the middle of the morning, so the place was bustling with activity. Well I thought, it was soon to be a little more bustling, I opened the door and took off, happy for one thing, that I was active runner. I caught more than one bookworm by surprise, as I did my best to cover my chest as I ran. I made through the lobby and out the front door, right into an ironically bright sunny day. I ran down the back ally, right by some guy walking, while reading a book, he even offered a casual hello as I sprinted by. I only had to go by the cafe, to get back to my dorm room. I turned the corner and headed down the sidewalk leading to the cafe. I suddenly saw a large crowd gathered outside the cafe, as I approached. Soon they were all cheering and whistling like they I knew that I was coming. It was when I got to the middle of the crowd, that I saw Amanda and Suzy leading the cheers. I would have to deal with them later, as I ran past them as fast as I could. I noticed a camera flash here and there, as I made my way past the crowd. I finally made my way to the front door of my dorm, there was one guy, standing right in front of the door. "Hey little lady, where you going all naked?" He teased. "Please get out of my way," I said, trying to catch my breath. Undercover Nurse Ch. 03 "You look ready to go...What room you in? I'll be right up," he said, while standing in my way. "C'mon open the fucking door," I gasped, already tired of his teasing. "What's the password, or maybe you can let me see those nice tits your hiding." I guess I was still not thinking to clear. "Is this what you want to see?" I said, as I dropped my hands by my sides and moved closer. I moved even closer and grabbed the back of his head, and thrust it to my chest. "Is this what you like, then you'll love this!" I screamed, as I brought my knee up and caught him square in the balls. He bent down in pain, still not satisfied I added a knee to his face, as his blood splattered on the glass door. I knew it was wrong, but he picked a bad day to act like a slime ball. I ran up the stairs and made it down the empty hall to my room, I almost cried when I saw my hand bag hanging on the doorknob, my clothes pilled up in front of the door, I found my key and made my way in. Now covered in perspiration I dove into bed. I pulled up the covers over my head, praying to god that when I lifted them back off later, this morning would have all been a bad dream. The End of Ch 3 Thanks for taking the time to read my little story. Let me know if you want more of this series, please be kind and vote. As always stay tuned for more adventures from Deputy Duffy. Undercover Nurse Ch. 04 Authors note. I met a female police detective at a local convention, and we had a few drinks at the bar. Well after a few more drinks, I really just wanted to get in her pants (big surprise,) but I had to settle for this story she told me instead. When I woke up from my nap, I had to rush to get to the nursing home. I was still reeling from the morning's events. It wasn't until I stopped to talk to a 98-year-old woman, that I finally stopped thinking about it. She told me a little about her life, and about some of the things that she had endured in her long life, well it made my problems seem unimportant, if only for a little while. Finally, back in my room, I looked at the clock, it was 9:59 P.M. I noticed myself in the mirror. I had just come back from my nightly run. "Was I really gunna go to the Pit?" I asked myself, wiping my brow. I really wanted to go dressed like I was, but for some reason I didn't. I took a shower. This time alone, and put on a tight black skirt and little blue sweater, both of which I borrowed from my roommate. I spent a few minutes and did up my face, before finally slipping on my highest heels, all while cursing myself for doing so. I looked at myself in the mirror. I instantly remembered earlier today feeling like a five-dollar whore. Well now I certainly looked like one. After a short cab ride, I stood outside the Pit night club, just before eleven. Looking inside the smoke covered window, I saw Suzy, Amanda, and Steven sitting at a table covered with a few beers. I'm not sure if I ever would have made it through the door, but I'll never know, as I was suddenly grabbed by the arm by a large man, that was working the door, and pulled into the bar. "Get your pretty ass in here," he hissed. "Haven't seen you here before." "Yah I'm here to meet my friends," I mumbled, pointing to their table. "No problem honey, just have to search for weapons first," he said, as he grabbed my little purse, which didn't surprise me considering the type of place this was. After fishing around it, he handed it back to me. "Now just have'ta check you," he said, which did surprise me. He simply grabbed my hands and put them on top of my head. Now I have searched a suspect or two in my life, but I don't think I had been as thorough as he was in his searching of me. Standing right there in front of everyone, he made sure he ran his hands up and down the front of my body, even circling each breast several times. My body quivered when he found each nipple. Then he ran his hands down over my back. They found there way under my skirt and he ran his hands over my naked ass, several times. He finished by pulling up the back of my skirt and giving my bare ass a good smack, which sent me on my way. Finally I made my way over to their table, my face flushed, cursing myself for wearing thong underwear. "Hey Fran, we thought you were a no-show," Steven said. "Yah and what was that all about?" Suzy asked as she pointed at the large man that had just searched me. "Oh the bouncer," I managed, before being interrupted by the groups' laughter. "Bouncer, that's just Big Al. He's a regular that hangs out at the end of the bar!" Steven cried out. My face flushed in instant embarrassment. I looked over at Big Al and was met with a wink and a blown kiss. I felt sick. I probably should have gone home right there. Lately my life seemed like one embarrassing moment after another. After they died down, I did my best to play it cool, or to at least act cool. Enjoy your morning run?" Amanda teased, as the three of them enjoyed another good laugh. "Yah you guys got me good this morning, but thanks for leaving my stuff by my door," I managed, although I was still pretty pissed. "All in good fun," Steven said with that stupid grin on his face, which made me want to smack him. Instead I got some drinks from the bartender, who went by the name Tank, and he was built like one too. Basically I tried to have some fun, although Amanda was still doing her best to have her fun with me. Poking little jokes, while Steven and Suzy kind of acted like they were on a date. I was on my third beer when a tall balding guy, with a huge beer belly came over to the table. He began talking to Steven about a football game. Amanda suddenly grabbed me by the shoulder and whispered in my ear. "That's Frank. He's the manager. You have to help us out. We're low on cash." I looked at Amanda puzzled. "He's a boob man. Ask him if he wants to see your tits. He's already seen mine." "Fuck that!" I shot back. "Hey Frank, this is our new friend Fran," Amanda suddenly snapped. He reached over and shook my hand, as I felt Amanda's hand clamp down my thigh. "She's a pretty one huh? She has something to ask yah," Amanda said applying more pressure. "Ah...where's the women's room?" I spit out. After Frank pointed to the bathroom, I still can't believe what I said next, as I felt Amanda's hand move in between my legs. "Thanks, Ah, Amanda told me you were like a breast man, would you like to see mine some time?" As hard as it was to say, I still had to go through with it to answer Frank's shaking head. "No time like the present," he even mumbled. With shaking hands, I unbuttoned my sweater. I quickly opened it up and held it open for four or five painfully long seconds, as I gave Frank and half the guys at the bar a look at my bra-less breasts. If I live to a thousand I will never forget how cheep I felt at that moment. I guess I'll never get the whole flashing thing. "Nice, Amanda you never disappoint. Hey Tank set up my friends with beers and shots," Frank said and as I thought about it, I felt like screaming at him. "They were my tits and you thanked her!" "It never fails," Amanda suddenly whispered, as she kissed my cheek. "Man your cheeks are so warm and red." And that's how it started. For the rest of the night we drank and drank. I don't even think we even paid anymore. Amanda plan of show some skin, get some booze was working. One time she even went behind the bar and took off her top and poured some drinks for the lucky drunks sitting at the bar. She came back to the table with beers and shots, and also with a fist full of cash. The rest of the night quickly vanished into a haze, as I'm not a drinker, so the booze hit me hard and fast. My next memory was of waking up and running into the bathroom and puking my guts out. I had a feeling it wasn't the first time I had visited the bowl, as the strange bathroom was vaguely familiar. I suddenly felt a hand running through my hair. When I looked up I saw Steven. I immediately checked out my body. Amazingly I was still dressed in the same clothes I wore last night and I was thankfully still wearing my panties. Steven held my hair out of the way, as I puked up more clear fluid. "Man I'm never drinking again," I mumbled. "Yah, we've all said that before," Steven whispered, before he got a warm face cloth and washed my face. He got some mouth wash and I rinsed out my mouth. He led me back to the bedroom and we climbed back into bed. My head was still pounding, but it helped a little when Steven held me in his arms. Soon we drifted off to sleep. When I woke back up I was alone. I looked around trying to figure out where I was, before I walked down some stairs towards some voices. "Hey look who's alive," Amanda cried when she saw me. My head still hurt and my stomach felt like shit, and when I saw Steven already drinking a Budweiser, I almost lost it again. They went on to fill me in, or poke some fun with me, about last night at the Pit. I was a mess. I guess I puked in the parking lot before Steven drove us back to Amanda's house, and I puked some more and then we drank and partied some more. For the first time I felt like a real life college student. Although I was concerned about what I might have said. "Where's Suzy? Does she live here?" I mumbled. "Suzy, yah she stays here. She brought that Samantha girl to the professor." Amanda said, as she poured me a much-needed glass of water. Suddenly I was back on the job. I spent the next spell trying to get Amanda or Steven to tell me more about the professor, until Amanda wanted to know why I was asking so many questions. Steven seemed clueless about the professor's actions and Amanda wasn't saying anything. I seemingly struck out. I went back to my dorm and tried to clear my head. *** Back in class, I didn't take long to figure out things were going to be different. Samantha, not Trisha, sat next to me, and most of the girls were still a little cold towards me. We watched a black and white film about preparing a patient for surgery. It included a sponge bath and the shaving of a male and a female patient. I imagined myself lying on the table in front of the class, as the professor shaved my pussy. I laughed it off at the time. Little did I know. Samantha wasn't saying anything about her visit to the professor either, as hard as I tried. When I entered the room for the next class, I saw the exam bed had been moved to the front of the class. I remember my heart racing, my stomach turning, as I knew. I just knew. When the professor came into the class, he was chatting with an older looking women, dressed in all white. Like a classic nurse's uniform. "Class this is Nurse Bradley. She's been a nurse for 25 years, so I asked her to come in and share some of her knowledge with us," the professor said before the nurse started to tell her life story. I was listening to her story when the professor, tapping me on the shoulder, startled me. "Take off all your clothes and put this on," the professor whispered, as he handed me a small white gown, before simply walking away, leaving one stunned female in his wake. I don't know how long I just sat there, before I made my way to the bathroom. I had to wash my face first with cold water, as it felt like it was on fire. I took off my clothes as fast as I could and slipped on the small gown, which did little to cover me up. The damn thing didn't even have ties for the back. I had to hold the back together with my hand. "How did I get myself into this mess?" I asked myself, over and over. There was a knock at the door, before Samantha came in to get me. When I came out of the bathroom the class was all gathered around the exam-bed. They parted like the Red Sea and let me through. I hopped on the bed and pulled my gown down. Doing my best to keep covered. The class made a semi circle around the bed, as the nurse was standing by my side, describing a sponge bath. I noticed a bowl with stemming hot water and some sponges and a few small towels on a small table next to her. I honestly should have realized it sooner, but I gasped as it finally hit me hard. She was going to give me a sponge bath, right now, right in front of the class. Utter fear was now the only feeling running through my body. I looked up at the professor standing over my head. He just glared at me as if he was still upset with me. I knew it was no accident, or some luck of the draw, that he picked me. Then I turned my attention back to the nurse. She looked at me with sympathetic eyes, before asking the professor if it was proper for the two male students to observe this part. I instinctively looked at Steven and John who were standing behind Amanda and Suzy, right in front of me, inches from my feet, as I held out hope. The professor quickly said that they could stay because they would be getting their turn on the bed, hope dashed. He then snapped at the nurse, reminding the nurse that this was his classroom, which brought a smile to Steven's face. The nurse however reacted like a scolded schoolgirl, as she guided my shoulders down to the bed which was raised, so that I was half way between sitting up and laying down flat. The nurse never even looked at me in the eyes again, instead she said she was going to start now and quickly folded my gown down to my waist. I let out a small gasp as my breasts were exposed to the cold air, my nipples responding naturally. If I didn't know better, I would have thought that the professor had turned up the air conditioning as it was freezing in the room. Although my skin color was bright red. I tried to zone out the two guys, cause their sly smiles weren't helping. The nurse picked up a sponge and proceeded to wash my arms, my neck and then down in-between my breasts and washed my stomach. My feeling of relief was cut short when the nurse returned the sponge to my body. This time directly washing my breasts, leaving behind a trail of soap. The room was strangely quite as I looked into the crowd of females. Some wore panicked expressions, maybe thinking they were next. Some had satisfied looks as if they were happy it was me instead of them. Either way it was pretty embarrassing to have 24 sets of eyes watching me, ah watching me being bathed. The nurse seemed satisfied as she patted me dry. She folded my gown back up, momentarily covering me, but then folded the bottom of the gown up, exposing my lower body. "Ah nurse Bradley we're going to need that for the next student," the professor said as he lifted the gown off of me in one swift motion, totally exposing me to the class. I instinctively covered my privates with my hands, while watching as the professor handed it to a tall girl named Norma, who promptly turned white as a ghost and ran into the bathroom. The nurse looked at me a giggled, before she grabbed my hands and folded them over my stomach. She then took her sponge and washed down one leg and then back up the other one. I kept my legs as tight together as I could, so tight they were even shaking. The class was seemingly mesmerized by the nurse's every move. Their stares seemed to even burn my skin. After she patted me down with the towel, the nurse lowered the bed flat and had me roll over on my stomach. I buried me head on the bed as I knew my naked backside was now offered to all. Thankfully the nurse was quick with her actions as she washed and dried my back, which included my ass cheeks. "Ok class," I heard the nurse mumble. "Now as far as the privates go, if it's an able-body, we hand the sponge over and let the patients clean themselves." I was never so happy to hear her say that. I wanted to jump off that bed as fast as possible. "Well for today, let's say she isn't," the professor snapped, while also interrupting my attempt at leaving. He snapped his fingers at me and had me lay back down, on my back. "Plus while you're here you can show the class how to prep her for surgery." I guess I wasn't fast enough in my getaway, and I heard the nurse mumble. "Ah you mean shave her?" Hearing her, I screamed in my head. "Yah what do you mean, shave me!" "Yes, Steven get the shaving supplies," the professor said as Steven's face lit up like a Christmas tree, and I felt like I was just punched in the stomach. I could hear the nurse mumbling under her breath. I pleaded with her with my eyes, but she never returned the look. My heart was pounding, it felt like it was going to rip out of my chest. I covered my face with my hands, when the nurse lifted my left leg and placed it on the metal handrail. She then slowly raised my right knee up and placed my right foot on the bed, effectively spreading me out. As humiliating as this position was, I didn't want the class to see me crying as well. The nurse returned to her sponge and I felt the warm water hit my pussy. I felt the sponge working me over and then when it left and returned the nurse focused on cleaning my anus. I could hear a couple of gasps as she did this. Mine must have been the loudest. I heard her describing shaving techniques. Most of it when over my head, as I was just trying to figure out how to get out of this mess. I was thinking, "maybe I could fake a heart attack?" I also thought about my boss and his buddy in the truck. They must have been laughing their asses off listening to this. I felt the nurse apply some shaving cream to me. I tried to wipe away the tears, and when I looked down I wasn't real surprised to see Steven now peering over the nurse's shoulder watching her every move as she started shaving me with a long shinny razor. A feeling of shear terror came over me as I saw the blade glimmer. I felt it return to me, my skin feeling the razors edge. I just prayed that unlike mine, the old nurse had a steady hand today. I also knew that I was just seconds to being as exposed, as humanly possible, to my classmates. I mean my breasts was one thing but... After a minute of two that seemed like a year, I felt the nurse's sponge return and I knew she was done shaving. I could also hear a few snickers in the room, when my freshly shaved pussy was presented to the room. She finished washing and was now rubbing me with a soft towel. Just when I thought it was over, she announced that she was going to rub in some lotion to help cool the area. I just shook my head, until I jumped when the cool lotion quickly hit my red-hot skin. She even rubbed in the lotion. She had her fingers in a V and was running them back and forth, just missing my pussy lips. I noticed the professor moved to my side. "Roll over and assume the position!" He then moved to the nurse, "while I have you here I want you to show them how you do a rectal temp, as well." The nurse flashed him a quizzical look, giving me hope for a second and then she chickened out and just shrugged her shoulders. Steven was again sent scurrying to retrieve the equipment. "Let's go Miss Lewis," he barked, as I was still too stunned to move. He and the rest of the class watched as I rolled over and brought my knees up to my chest. My heart sunk as the class now had a view of me in the most humiliating position imaginable, and now I didn't even have any pubic hair to protect my pussy from their view. I also couldn't believe, for the second class in a row I was going to have a rectal temp, only this time in front of the whole class. The nurse suddenly spread my legs apart, before I felt her spread my ass checks. I almost laughed when she told me to relax, because I knew it was coming and knew it was impossible. It felt just like the other day, except this time in front of the whole class. I squirmed about when the nurse's finger entered me, which was followed by the thermometer, as that strange feeling of having something sticking out of your anus, returned to me. "Nurse Bradley can I have a quick word with you," the professor said, as they moved to the side of the room. With the professor and nurse gone, this left me to the verbal assaults of my fellow students, some that obviously still harbored ill will against me. I even felt someone twist the thermometer even deeper into my anus. When I spun my head around, I was met with three or four evil smiles. Before I could protest, the professor was back. The nurse withdrew the thermometer, which brought some moans from the crowd, as I guess it was covered in fecal mater. "Well looks like someone needs an Enema," the nurse said with a laugh. "Good idea, Fran let's go, into the bathroom and we will fix you up." "Dr. Dan I was only kidding," the nurse interrupted. "Well I'm not. It will be good practice. You stay here with Norma, and I'll go in with Miss Lewis." The professor said, as he grabbed my hand and led me, or it felt like he dragged my naked self into the bathroom. He made me to lean over the sink, ignoring my naked protests. Once in place, I heard some students file in as well. The professor was barking out orders, like he was in a hurry. Soon everything was in place. Honestly, the sink was the only thing keeping me upright, as I was now more scared then embarrassed, as I had never had an enema before. Undercover Nurse Ch. 04 "Amanda has experience giving enemas, so Amanda why don't you take it from here," the professor said, although he didn't leave my side. Before I could protest, Amanda snapped on some rubber gloves, which sent a shiver down my back, as it did when she applied some more jelly to my anus. After a second or two I felt her finger enter me. She left it in me, before slowly moving back in forth. My mind must have been playing tricks on me. I couldn't believe the professor would let the perverted Amanda finger my anus right in front of him. Would he? "Ok guys," Amanda announced, "I'm ready to start now, Steven are the bulbs ready?" I look over my shoulder and saw them. Two large red bulbs full of water. I was never more nervous as the bulbs disappeared behind my backside. I cringed as I felt the pressure on my anus again. Suddenly I felt a strange sensation, it was the warm water from the bulb entering me. Amanda was massaging my ass cheek and I heard some snickering from my classmates, as the water seemed to flow and flow. I felt the nozzle of the first bulb leave, but the second soon followed. Suddenly my insides seem to really feel the water, as my stomach felt like it was going to explode. When Amanda announced that I had taken all the water, I felt like I was going to burst at the seems. For the next five minutes, which may go down as the longest in my life, I remained bent over the sink as the professor reviewed Amanda's actions, yet he seemed to miss her fingering my asshole. He also asked if there were any volunteers to be next. I laughed, as I thought, "who in their right mind would volunteer to go through this humiliating experience? Let alone doing it in front of their peers." When no one volunteered he finally called on a girl named Zola, a large black girl. She had to undergo the further embarrassment of taking off her skirt and slipping her panties off right in front of us. The professor tapped me on the shoulder and I finally found a safe haven inside one of the stalls, which thankfully had a door. As soon as I hit the seat, I emptied my bladder, enduring some unexpected embarrassment, as the process was anything but quiet. My classmates laughter flooding the room. I hit the showers next and was joined by Zola. I did my best to wash up and get dressed in record fashion, as I didn't want to get trapped in the showers again. Amanda was giving an enema to another girl, but I quickly left the room. As I entered the classroom, I noticed the older nurse shaving another victim, but I didn't look back as I raced out the door. "Man, who would want to be a nurse?" I screamed out when I finally got outdoors. Please be kind and send me your comments and please Vote. Undercover Nurse Ch. 05 Authors note. I met a female police detective at a local convention, last year and we had a few drinks at the bar, well after a few more drinks, I really just wanted to get in her pants, (big surprise,) but I had to settle for this story she told me instead. I met up with her again this year and she was nice enough to tell me more. ***** I was hurrying back to my dorm after class, when the white van raced up beside me, again...only this time I was a little more ready for it. As soon as I climbed in, I could tell by the look on my boss’s face that he wasn’t at all happy with me. He started barking right away as his partner put the van in gear. "Half the semester is over...are we any closer to nailing this guy?" I could tell by the look on his wrinkled face that he already knew the answer. I started to tell him about what happened to me in class today. Although I knew that he already knew that too. In fact he probably got a kick out of listening to my humiliation. I only prayed that he didn’t have video surveillance as well. (Thankfully I didn’t see any television monitors in the van.) "I’ve been talking to my boss about scraping the whole thing. I don’t think you have what it takes to get the job done," my boss said harshly. It was like he punched me in the stomach, as I was still recovering from telling him my humiliating story. I couldn’t believe what the professor put me through today wasn’t some sort of crime, but he reminded me that I signed that fucking nudity wavier. "Please!" I begged. "I'm close, really, it's just so humiliating." "I know, but I can’t have my agents running out every time things get tough!” "Please!" I begged again...and even batted my eyes. "Look I’ll be honest. I made a mistake putting you on this case, in the first place. Fucking year and a half down the fucking tubes." He was right. If they pulled me off the case now it would be a year and a half down the tubes, but it was also a year in a half of my life. “Please I can do this! I can do the job! Just give me another shot.” I was pretty much panicking at this point. I was even pulling on his arm and pounding on his chest as I pleaded. I guess you could say that I don’t handle failure to well, and the eye batting wasn’t working. After some more drama, he finally used a small towel to dry some of my tears, as he told me to relax. "Look maybe I can give you one more shot...maybe...but first...." "But first what?" I interrupted him with a sniffle. "But first you’re going to have to prove to me that you have what it takes. I mean you have to prove it to me, right here and right now, that you’re not going to run away when the going gets tough." "I won’t, please," I moaned, though a little fearful of what he meant. "All right," he said, as he got of the bench seat we were sharing and moved over into a small swivel seat, a couple of feet in front of me. "First are you wearing any panties under that skirt?" "Yeah," I quickly mumbled. The question sending shivers down my spine. "Take them off and hand them to me," he said dryly. I was about to snap at him. I mean really, the nerve.... But looking into his eyes I could tell he wasn‘t screwing around. This was a testing. So I causally slipped them off from under my skirt and handed them to him. Instantly, he laughed out loud at my conservative white panties. “Geez, do you think you could wear something a little more sexier?“ He held my panties up, shaking his head. I could also hear his partner laughing up front, while watching us from the rear-view. “From now on wear something black, maybe even a thong, and get a shorter skirt, and, while you’re at it, a tighter shirt, too. That thing your wearing looks way to baggy...and do up your face better. You’re supposed to look fucking hot, not like a nun.” Strangely, I felt a little relieved as he spoke. Maybe he was just going to chew me out. Maybe he was right.... As embarrassing as it was going to be, maybe I’d have to raise the stakes a bit. Little did I know that my boss was thinking the same thing. "Turn around, and put your knees up on the seat," he suddenly hissed. His command caught me by surprise to say the least, so I just sat there in stunned silence. Jaw open, brain paralyzed, heart racing. "Do it!" he barked. I trembled. After a second or two, I swallowed hard, as if I was swallowing my pride and did it. "Now lift that skirt up, in the back.” “What?” I cried out, snapping my head around, not believing his nerve. -- While also remembering my panties, now resting on his lap. “If your afraid of a little nudity, then how are you gonna make it?” I just shook my head, still not sure myself. “Now go ahead and lift that skirt and show me...show me your naked...tight...little ass," he said, while rubbing his chin. The more I thought about it, I wasn’t really surprised. He had made several comments about my ass before, and now I would have to decide if this assignment was worth being treated like a piece of one. “Any day now, missy,” he teased. I again swallowed hard. This time it didn’t seem to help. I felt my hands trembling, as I lifted my skirt up over my backside. I focused on keeping my knees and thighs closed tight, while keeping an watchful eye on him over my shoulder, just so he didn’t get any funny ideas. After he took some time, as if he was trying to memorize my ass, he hissed, “C’mon spread your knees apart.” He also said it as if he was talking to my ass. I had to bite my tongue, ‘cause I knew I could never tell him, or do to him, what I really wanted too. My face burning, I closed my eyes and slowly spread my knees apart. I felt a sudden rush of cold air in between my legs, and so was quickly reminded of my shaved state. I gasped and looked away, as I realized the view I was offering. The breeze between my legs suddenly turned warm. Opening my eyes back up, I saw that my boss had moved in for a closer look at what I was offering and was breathing hard. "Please don’t touch me!" I screamed as I flipped over, pulling my skirt down. "Hey I wasn’t! I promise. Look I won’t touch you. I’m a married man, 30 years, haven‘t cheated yet," he said, with both hands raised. "You swear," I said a little unsure. "I swear, but you still haven’t proved anything to me. Again you’re awful jumpy.” "Please, I’m just not an exhibitionist.” "I know, but you have to be willing to do, whatever has to be done, to get the job done..., or you should do us all a favor and go back to writing fucking parking tickets!" "Oh g-god please. I-I can do it, please" I stammered, although I wasn’t sure what I could or couldn’t do at that moment. "Ok then do it!" he barked. “Show me your pussy.” I don’t know how long I sat there, or how or even why I did it, but I brought my feet up onto the bench seat, and then lifted my skirt up in the front. "Ah very nice...how does it feel to be bald down there?" He chuckled and then leaned forward for a closer look. "Feels a little strange," I mumbled, more than a little embarrassed to be talking about my shaved pussy with my boss. Never mind showing him it, as he even motioned for me to spread my knees a little wider apart. I gasped as I did, noticing just how clear he could see my pussy lips now. I was only thankful that they were closely snuggled together. I also felt a small tear of humiliation roll down my cheek, though I tried not to snivel. "No, how does it FEEL?" he asked again. I looked him in the eyes and it suddenly hit me what he wanted. (“Man why is everyone around me so perverse!” I screamed inside.) In a huff, I slowly moved my right hand down and ran a finger over my pussy lips. His eyes were locked on my movements, as my finger ran over and over my pussy lips.... Honestly it felt strange not to feel any hair in that area and I was now doing more than talking about my pussy with my boss. I was actually playing with it. Although it didn’t really feel perverted or anything. "Let’s see some pink," he whispered, which brought me crashing back to earth. I couldn’t believe it. I just shook my head back dumbly. He was adamant, however. I follow his orders, or I was off the case. He repeated his call for some pink. I felt like the cheapest of the cheap, realizing as I did it, that I just had to spread my pussy lips open, to my boss, to keep my job. He wasn’t even happy until I was spread so far that he must have been able to see some internal organs. Suddenly writing parking tickets began sounding better and better -- especially when he told me to finger-fuck myself. To this day I still don’t know how I was able to do it. But after a brief stare down, I spread my legs a little wider and closed my eyes tight, and started to actually finger my pussy, right there in front of him...first with one and then with both hands. A couple fingers rubbing my clit and two more buried deep in my ever increasingly wet pussy. In and out they slid. Soft moans escaping me. I don’t know how long I was at it, but I felt a powerful feeling building and building, and then for a couple of seconds it didn’t matter, nothing did, as my body sent out waves of pleasure that washed over me.... I finally opened my eyes, praying that I wasn’t where I thought I was...but no such luck. There he was, my boss, staring back at me, with a sly grin on his face. "See, that wasn’t so bad,” he chuckled. “Just one more thing, now.” I guess I was still recovering from my orgasm, because when I heard him say that I figured he wanted to see my tits too. I figured I would beat it to him to the punch and lifted my T-shirt up over my bra-less breasts. “Is this what you wanted to see?” I sneered. “Ah nice tits.... Golly, I see what they mean about your nipples, but...ah... that’s not it!” he said with a laugh. Embarrassed to no end, I quickly pulled my top down. “No, hold your right hand out,” he ordered. I did as he asked, although not sure of his intent. Then I watched stupified, as he licked my pussy juice off my fingers. “Now,” he moaned, as he sat back with a satisfied look and folded his arms behind his head. "Do you think anything that happens after today can top what you just did for me in this van?" The van suddenly came to a stop, and the door opened. Before I could even begin to answer, I found myself back in the ally. "Now, get back to work," my boss said, after I stumbled out on numb legs. I walked back to my dorm, holding my skirt down. (My boss still had my panties.) And wondered if he was right. Could anything top what I’d gone through today? The End of Ch 5. Thanks for reading my story. Sorry for the delay in-between chapters. (Real life got in the way.) But I can say that the next chapter is already written and should be on the way soon. (The action moves back to the class-room.) Thanks again and please send me your comments and please Vote.