Chapter 9
It was beginning to bother the nurse that she had become so involved with the patients.
That day she left the office early and when she got home the phone was ringing. She answered it and had quite a jolt. An old boyfriend called her.
"Well hi there Scott," she said, "haven't heard from you in ages."
"You know, Honey," Scott said, "I remember you very well from college days. Are you still as beautiful as ever?"
"Why Scott," she said, "you are quite a character. You don't think that I'm going to say no, do you?"
"I didn't think so," he said, "because if I know you baby, you're taking care of yourself and looking great. You were always difficult to date."
Louise hesitated a moment then she decided that perhaps Scott would be the answer to her dilemma. If she could have a date with him, and score, maybe she could lay off getting sexually involved with the young male patients at Dr. Johnson's office.
"Well, I was busy then," she quickly explained. "You see it devoured all of my time being a nurse—or I should say trying to be. Then I didn't know if I would make the grade or not."
"You always were too studious," Scott said. "You're got to have a little fun and unbend now and then."
"Where are you Scott?" she asked him.
"I work out of another office twenty miles from here," he said, "but I'm in town for a couple of days at a business conference and I'm staying at the Ritz Plaza Hotel. How would you like to join me down here at the Ritz for dinner?"
Louise's heart pounded rapidly as she thought of Scott. He was a handsome rugged looking fellow and she couldn't help being attracted to him. However he was always so intense and she forever had the feeling he was undressing her as he looked at her. Nevertheless she figured that it might be the best thing in the world for her to go out with Scott.
"Oh Scott," she told him, "I think that would be a lot of fun. When should I come?"
Scott hesitated a moment and told her quite frankly: "Just as soon as you can make it, doll."
"Alright," she said, "that sounds urgent."
"It is," Scott said seriously.
"When I get to the Ritz Plaza, what room do I ask for?" she asked.
"I'll be waiting in the lobby for you," he told her. "You just come down here and I'll recognize you."
After she said goodbye to Scott and hung up, she went to her wardrobe and began picking out what she would wear. She wanted to make sure that she was wearing something that would be appropriate. In that way she calculated that she could come on strong and give him the idea that she wouldn't mind getting intimate.
All too well she remembered the college days when she would say no when he was trying to put the make on her. She regretted having lost out on the opportunity to have sex with Scott for as she remembered him, he was a brown-haired man with dark skin and flashing brown eyes. She particularly liked his nice teeth and pleasant smile.
She hoped he still looked the same, lean, swarthy and handsome.
She finally decided to wear a pantsuit. It was a nifty number that showed her body off to very good advantage. As she buttoned Up the blue and white nylon jacket, she glanced at her hair. She needed to brush it a little more before it would look good.
Brushing it, she looked at her perfume and picked Joy, her most expensive perfume. However, she calculated that that was what she was going to be having tonight, and the best was none too good.
Slipping off to the Ritz Plaza, she wasted no time in looking for Scott. Scott's eyes fell on her as he got to his feet and rapidly walked over to where she was.
"Well, baby," he remarked, "don't you look great!"
"Why, thank you Scott," she told him.
"The Plaza has a nice restaurant," he told her, "I'm sure you're going to enjoy it."
Indeed it was a nice restaurant with soft blue walls, heavy pile carpeting and she couldn't help notice the fountain in the middle and the chandeliers on the side.
"You want to sit over here or there?" he asked her.
"I like the candlelight dining," she said. "It's more intimate."
As they were seated, she looked at the fireplace and its flickering firelight. It was a pleasant cozy atmosphere with a certain elegant decor that pleased her.
Scott ordered some expensive wine and then they had a delicious Chateaubriand dinner. When it was finished, he topped it off with an after-dinner drink.
"Oh Scott," she said, "it's been such fun."
"We've got to go up to my room and talk," he told her.
"Oh I'd like that," she said lightly.
Scott calculated that it was the liquor that had made her what he thought to be an easy target and he was more than a little delighted that she hadn't declined his offer. He was going to score, and he didn't mind the money they had spent. After all it was on the expense account and he could say it was business. He laughed to himself, it was business—monkey business.
Up in his suite of rooms, Louise marveled about what a splendid place he had. "You must be doing very well Scott," she said, "very well indeed. This suite must set you back a pretty penny."
"The company pays for it," he told her. "They have to have space for conferences. Here we do have the space we need."
Louise was delighted that Scott was putting the make on her and she could hardly wait for him to turn on. Suddenly he told her quite bluntly:
"I'd like to see you streak across this room."
"Now, why would you want me to do that?" she chuckled.
"So I could join you," he said, "and we'll both streak to the bedroom and have a good time."
"Just like that?" Louise laughed.
"Yes baby," he told her.
She decided she would go through with it as she felt it would be the only way out of her dilemma. She recognized having sex with young male patients would not only lose her job, but get her into a pack of trouble.
She removed her clothes and Scott looked at her. When he got a load of her naked breasts and glanced down at her fur-trimmed crotch, his lips parted. He found his breath coming short as his heart pounded rapidly.
He began undressing, taking off his pants first and pulling off his shorts revealing his penis. However, she noticed it wasn't hard. It bothered her that it dangled between his legs. When she had had sex with the young boys they had no difficulty getting instant erections.
"Well, baby," he said, "Let's start racing."
"Take off your shirt," she told him.
Removing his shirt, the two of them ran to the bedroom. However when they got to the bedroom, she suddenly felt cold toward him. She didn't want him. As she lay on the bed beside him, she was trembling.
"What's the matter baby?" he smiled.
"I don't know," she admitted.
"I guess you're like me," he told her, "you get so horny when you want to screw, you tremble all over."
"That must be it," she said softly.
"Don't worry baby," he told her, "I'll fit it in."
He straddled her and was about to thrust his cock into her cunt when she turned over.
"You want me to fuck your asshole?" he laughed as he looked at her upturned buttocks.
She was pushing away now and he didn't know what to make of her attitude.
"What's wrong baby?" Scott slurred, the liquor hitting him.
"I don't know," she said. "I just can't go through with it Scott."
"Well, why the hell not?" he demanded angrily.
"I don't know," she told him. "I just don't know."
She was telling the truth but that made no difference to Scott. His cock was up there now and he wanted to stab it into her. He had a notion to grab her and thrust his cock into her mouth and make her suck him off.
However, he decided he had better not. He didn't want to force her or create any trouble for himself.
"Well, thanks a lot," he told her, "I really appreciate you giving me a good time."
"I'm sorry," she said quietly as she put on her clothes.
When she had finished dressing she turned around and walked right out the door.
Scott looked after her in disbelief. He was so angry now he didn't know what to do. He knew that somehow, someway he would have to get some sex. He couldn't go to bed with a big hard-on like this.
Meantime the nurse was disturbed. She realized that she had a thing for young boys, and she knew how terrible it was. The way out of her dilemma was the mystery. How could she possibly figure out a way that would turn her on with men her own age? What was there about young boys that appealed to her so much? Was it because they could get instant hard-ons? Was it because they could shoot and shoot that big gun off? Why was it? This puzzled her and she didn't know how to answer.
She got in her car and drove home. She had such a troubled night she could barely make it to work the next morning.
The day was a struggle for her. She drank a lot of black coffee and didn't care to eat. She felt sick to her stomach.
She decided she would call a headshrinker that a girlfriend of hers had gone to with her sex problems. She figured maybe he could help her.
She called him up that afternoon and made an appointment.
"Why yes, Dr. Jenkins," she said, "I could make it tomorrow afternoon. What time?"
"Oh, about four-thirty," he told her.
"Do you ever have evening calls?" she asked him.
"What time did you want to come?" he demanded.
"Just say seven o'clock," she told him.
"Alright," he said, "seven o'clock tomorrow night."
She was there on time, and she could hardly wait to speak with him. The day had been a complete drag for her as she slept poorly.
When she walked into Dr. Jenkins office, he looked at her with a pleasant smile.
"Now, Miss Douglas," he began, "would you please tell me what your problem is."
"Dr. Jenkins," she questioned him, "when I tell you something, can I speak in complete confidence?"
"Yes," he told her.
"I don't know what's wrong," she said, "and I'm suddenly finding myself turned off by men my age."
"Go on," he asked her, "tell me what age do you find men appealing?"
"I'm sorry," she said, "boys sixteen and seventeen really turn me on."
The doctor paused, unable to continue further. He realized that undoubtedly she had been molesting young boys and he was troubled. Yet, he knew it was his professional duty to listen, guide and counsel. But in a way he wished he knew the boys, so she could be stopped.
"You know," she said sadly, "it tortures me to tell you this, but I am troubled because I want to respond to men my age, but I don't know how I will ever do it?"
"I'm sorry," he said, "I really am. Why is it that men your own age don't appeal to you?"
"I told you I don't know.
"Maybe with hypnosis," he suggested, "we could find out."
"Do you think you could?" she asked him.
"I'm sure that I could," he told her.
After he continued talking, he decided he would put her in a deep hypnotic trance. As the doctor explained to her his hypnosis technique, she listened carefully. She was eager to do everything he wanted her to.
When she was finally under, he questioned her searchingly.
"When you were a little girl," he asked her, "did you have any sexual experiences?"
She suddenly began talking, and she did recollect having sex with Basil, the little boy who lived next door.
"You and Basil had something sexually with each other?" he asked.
"Yes, we did," she admitted. "Basil wanted to play house and then he wanted to play doctor and look at me all over."
"Yes," he said, "this happens quite often."
"Now would you tell me some more?" he asked.
"My mother found us playing naked," she said, "and she beat him and beat me and told us we were bad."
"And did you have any sex after that, that you recall as a little girl?"
"I didn't have any more sexual contacts till I was in high school," she told him.
"I see," he told her, "and what happened then?"
"Oh, something dreadful," she said. "I was going with Charlie. I was crazy about him and he took me to a drive-in movie one night and tried to force me to go down on his cock and suck him off. I didn't want to do it and I told him but he kept begging me to blow him until I was almost out of my mind."
"That's unfortunate," he said. "That is indeed unfortunate."
"And college?" he asked. "Did you have any sex in college?"
"No," she said sadly, "it seemed I was always too busy studying. I wanted to get my degree in nursing."
"I see," he said. "That is unfortunate too."
As he continued listening, he realized that she had had a very narrow sex life.
"And now about these young boys you are turned on by?" he asked.
"I became attracted to them," she explained, "when I was working. They came to the doctor I was working for and I saw them naked. I got turned on and had sex with them."
"I see," he said, "but there was no force on either side?"
"No," she said, "we both wanted sex."
"I understand," he told her.
At this point he realized what the situation was, and he brought her out of her hypnotic trance. She wondered what she had told him and then he told her what she had said.
"I think I understand," she said, "this is a rather sad situation."
"Well, it doesn't have to be," he told her, "we can work with you in a series of hypnotic trances. Then we can keep feeding your subconscious the thoughts that men your age are the ones you really want. That being thwarted as a child has confused you and you are still trying to go through a normal developmental pattern of a young girl."
"Oh, I see," she said. "It's like retrogressive sexual pleasure?"
"Precisely," he explained.
She thanked the doctor and assured him that she would return.
"Dr. Jenkins," she said, "I can't thank you enough. You've helped me tremendously. Of course I'll be back to continue."