Unknown: Spread for pleasure

As Chris finished her meal of tomato stuffed with crab salad, croissant and coffee Marilyn tossed a set of car keys to her. "Those are for the Porsche in the second garage down. Use it. Paul and I will pick your car up at the Inn later today."

"Thanks. I think I would like to take you up on your offer. Can you arrange some interviews for me at local hospitals – I'll have Thursday and Friday off this week."

Marilyn smiled broadly. "Doll I'll arrange it before you're back tonight. What time do you finish your shift?"

"I'm off at eleven-thirty. I planned on driving back her after I pick up some clothes at my flat," Chris answered.

"I don't like your running around the downtown area alone that late at night – I'll take care of that too. Is it OK to call you at work?"

"Yes. What's the matter? You afraid something will happen to your Porsche?" Chris asked with a wide grin.

"You might say that – but it's more probable I'm concerned for that part of you sitting on the car's seat," Marilyn replied with a broad, salacious smile.

Chris drove out of the garage and following directions provided by Paul she was soon tooling down the freeways into the smoggy, smelly downtown area of Los Angeles. She was quite early and so took her time changing into scrub suit and soft soled shoes all ICU nurses wore.

As she sat in the nurses lounge sipping a cup of strong black coffee the day shift supervisor walked in and filling a cup with the black brew said, "Hi Chris – thought I saw you walk in here – got a minute to talk?"

"Sure Lena. What's up?"

Lena Washburn was a tall, thin, attractive black woman in her late forties. Her figure and her demeanor were strikingly masculine. Chris knew that she and Stephi Andersen, the morning ICU supervisor, had lived together for many years.

"I hear you've been talking to other hospitals about a job – is that right?"

"No not entirely. I have a friend in the Valley who wants me to live closer and has been putting out feelers for me."

"If it's money I can get you a raise. You're too good to lose for financial reasons. If it's love I can comprehend your desire to be closer," Lena said smiling.

Chris returned Lena's smile. "It's not money and it's not love either. It's – I'm not sure I'll say this so you'll understand it – it's the lousy social life I've had since I've been working here."

"I understand perfectly," Lena said standing and walking over to the sink to wash out her empty cup. "You will find a lot more action in the Valley. I'm not entirely sure you will find the professional aspects to your liking, however. I know Stephi will speak with you about this and I'm certain Dr. Adams will want to talk with you at length," she said striding out the door.

"Whew! How in hell did they hear about my planning to move so quickly?" she wondered aloud.

At three o'clock Chris walked into the ICU to take report from Stephi Andersen. Stephi was a short, pale blond Danish girl. She wore her long blond hair in tightly curled braids while on duty. Off duty she would let her hair down and gather it at the neck with a jeweled barrette.

Her figure was the kind that other women would kill for. Full breasts, narrow waist and a firm flat hips.

She was the very essence of femininity a fact attested to by the male members of the hospital staff whose approaches were invariably rebuffed.

Her pale blue eyes sparkling and her face glowing she would always respond to invitations from men saying, "I'm just not that kind of a girl."

Her female colleagues were less kind. The gossip would always turn to such questions as, "How do Stephi and Lena screw?" or, "With those two who does what to whom?"

Chris thought about the latter questions as she sat listening to Stephi's quaintly accented report. The changing of the guard over Stephi slid off the stool she had been using and said, "Let's step into the nurses lounge for a moment Chris. Leona will handle the floor – there are only two patient's at the who need attention just now."

The two blond women made an attractive tableau as they walked toward the nurses lounge. Several house officers whistled softly as they moved down the corridor.

Once in the now busy nurses lounge Stephi stripped off her scrub dress and standing absolutely naked she began working on her tightly braided hair. As she removed the many hairpins she looked at Chris' reflection in the mirror and asked, "Why are you thinking of leaving us?"

Chris was fascinated not only by the lovely body Stephi had undraped but by the total lack of inhibition she had shown doing it. She was a little slow in responding and Stephi turned abruptly and said, "Are you leaving because of some sex thing?"

Chris blushed and said, "As a matter of fact that's one of the reasons."

"When Lena heard about it she said you probably found some one who you were screwing out there. Is it girls or boys with you?" she asked turning back to the mirror and briskly brushing her flowing blond mane.

"Look Stephi I don't want to be rude but it really isn't any of your business. I'll work here until I find a job in the Valley and then I'll give two weeks notice. My sex life is none of your affair," she said angrily heading for the door.

Stephi had moved to her locker and slipped on a pair of tightly cut jeans being careful to push her blond pubic hairs out of the way of the zipper.

"Your wrong there my friend. If you are throwing over a good professional position plus a good income because you didn't find anyone around her to fill or eat your itchy cunt you're making a big mistake," she said slipping into a loose fitting cotton shirt and fastening it so that it revealed her enticing cleavage.

Chris was ready to storm out just as Lena walked in. Lena unlike Stephi was dressed in her white uniform. As she walked past the two of them she removed her starched white cap and tossed it into her open locker. Then turning to Stephi she said, "I'll wait in the car for you. It looks like you aren't getting anywhere with our colleague anyway."

Chris whirled on Lena and said, "What are you two trying to do? I have my reasons for wanting to move on. I told Stephi I'd work until I found a good spot and then give notice."

"Yeah honey. The trouble is of course we've seen that fancy green Porsche, you're driving, around here before. You're being bought. Tell you what you talk with Dr. Adams, he'll see you around six by the way, and then call us at home after your shift – OK?"

Chris was thoroughly confused. "You mean you have run into Marilyn before?"

Stephi smiled and said, "Call us tonight after you've talked with Dr. Adams and had time to think things over. We'll wait for your call."

Chris her anger abated and replaced by confusion returned to the ICU and her regular duties. The time passed slowly. There were on this particular evening four RNs for only two patients. Around five thirty Chris decided to get her dinner and think things over.

There was little question that her job was enjoyable. She also knew that her colleagues and the rest of the professional staff were far better than average. As she sat toying with her food and pondering the spot she had put herself in a pleasant masculine voice asked, "May I join you Miss Diamond?"

Chris looked up and recognized Dr. Adams the director of the ICU. She had met him at the time she was hired and had seen him on the ward many times. However, she had never been assigned to any of his patients and had never had any prolonged conversations with him.

He was a short, lean, balding man in his late thirties or early forties. His long, angular face was covered by a reddish-brown beard and his green eyes sparkled with amusement. In fact as Chris looked up at him and asked him to join her she had the feeling he would start laughing at some private joke at any moment. She also sensed an inner security that emanated from the man.