Kapitan

The play was boring, but the girl was fascinating. She sat two seats down next to a boy who didn't deserve her. It was the double-stranded pearl choker that made her noticeable first. The choker was the only contrast to her tanned skin from the top of her strapless red dress, to the edge of her hair swept up high off her neck. It almost seemed indecent. He was fascinated and began to ignore the play as he studied her full lips, the curve of her throat beneath the pearls, and the fur wrap she pulled around her bare arms. Frankly, he was staring at her.

She was enthralled by the play, but after awhile she could feel his eyes in that unknown way in which you know someone is watching you or a rabbit can suddenly feel the wolf stalking through the grass. Her eyes darted to the left and then the right, searching for what had caused the sudden heat in her cheeks. She saw him sitting just down the row in a quiet gray suit and he was openly staring at her. She turned her head and looked right at him, expecting his gaze to dart away embarassed at being caught. But he didn't turn, he continued to stare ignoring the fact that she was looking at him. It was as if she was meant to be stared at, and he was taking his time. Finally, his gaze came up to her face. He still didn't turn away, he didn't hesitate, and he smiled slightly as she looked into his dark green eyes. She was caught and she began to stare back as those eyes bored into her brain. But her stare was not his quiet confidence. It was the look of a small animal caught in the headlights of a speeding car, a glassy stare of fear and ecstasy. Finally, she managed to wrench her eyes away and she dropped her head fixing on her hands in her lap which were now twisting the ends of her wrap tightly. Her pulse had speeded up during the exchange and she couldn't remember when she last took a breath. She knew he was still staring, but couldn't bring her self to look up. For the rest of the act, she watched her hands and was glad to see the tremors subside.

At intermission, he watched her walk out into the atrium pleased at her response. He was not done with her yet, oh no, he had plans. As she and her date wandered about the hall, he sauntered slowly up to them and casually draped an arm around her as if he was an old friend. He whispered in her ear to make an excuse and come with him, then he marched away, certain she would follow. He didn't even here whatever silly line she used on her date, he knew she was behind him. The line for the bathrooms was miles long, but he had been here before and knew things most others didn't. He contineud down the ramp to the garage level, never even glancing behind him. As he rounded the corner, he felt her slip her arm into his and he smiled.

On the garage level at the bottom of the ramp was a separate wheelchair-accessible bathroom. No one seemed to know it was here and he'd used it before when the line was too long. He pulled the door open and ushered her inside. She didn't protest as he locked the door (another advantage to this bathroom) and pushed her against the wall.

She arched her back as his hand grabbed her throat to hold her to the wall and his tongue ran up the edge of her ear. Her hands started to run up his back, but she slammed them back against the wall at his snarled command. She wasn't to move unless he told her and she wouldn't dream of disobeying. Her entire concentration was focused on her throat where he nibbled and licked, she was his totally.

Suddenly, he spun her around and told her to put her hands behind her back. With her face smashed up against the tile wall, she did as she was told and felt leather wrapping around both wrists. He jerked the belt tight and her hands were bound. His left hand ran lightly up her bared arm as the right pulled the zipper under her arm down. She was spun around again and his hand was back on her throat as, this time, his tongue explored down from the pearl choker. Her breasts were now freed from the bra built into the tight dress and she arched her whole body to push them towards his mouth. The light nips and licks sent shocks through her body as she stayed held tightly against the wall, her hands bound behind her. She couldn't believe this was happening to her, but she couldn't imagine being anywhere else.

The hand on her throat hooked into the choker and pulled her forward and down. She fell to her knees and felt the softness of the fur wrap protecting her from the cold tile floor. She knew what was coming next and opened her mouth willingly as he freed himself from the suit pants. Now it was her tongue's turn and she dived to him with a will. Her carefully arranged hair began to come free of the two glittering combs as he grabbed it and guided her deeper. She fell willingly to the rhythm he established licking, and sucking with a will. She didn't want to displease him in the least. She did a good job and now it was his turn to arch his back with every muscle taut. She tried to swallow as he released, but she couldn't handle it all and soon her face was covered and sticky.

She slumped on the fur a bit and thought that the adventure was at an end, but she looked up into his eyes as he pulled her up by choker and bent her over the sink. His hand caressed her round ass through the soft fabric of the dress, and then he pulled the its' short hem up revealing the tops of her stockings. She had worn them to feel sexy (she knew her date wasn't going to get to see them), but now she was glad she had. His hand glided between her legs gently and he could feel how wet she was. The gentle motion of his fingers and the silky feel of her underwear were almost too much to bear. As he gripped the choker between his fingers and held her face to the marble sink, his other hand probed and teased. Suddenly, she was jerked sideways as he ripped the panties right off of her. She heard the tearing sound and felt the bite on her leg as the thin fabric parted unwillingly against her. Only the steady pressure of his hand holding her down kept her from being yanked to the floor, by the sudden unexpected act. The following smacks on her completely exposed rear were unexpected too and she could feel the heat as the blood rushed to her cheeks turning them quickly into a bright pink. The pain and the suddenness elicited a short squeal, but it was quickly cut off when he pushed her head harder against the marble and simply told her to stay quiet. She bit her lip as the smacks continued to make sure and obey his command.

Then the fingers returned and she hoped he wouldn't notice her slightly spreading her legs to allow him more access. Slowly he developed a rhythm of stroking and touching with his fingers exploring her most intimate areas. She began to rock with his strokes and she felt him tighten his grip on the choker as he began to build the feelings inside her with each movement. She felt one finger probe deep as the others continued their stroking and she pushed back against it stifling another cry building in her throat by literally biting her own tongue. Her movements became wilder as she knew she couldn't hold back anymore and the most monumental orgasm of her life left her shaking so hard that he could no longer hold her with his hands wrapped in the choker. Her thrashing caused the choker to rip apart in his hands and tiny pearls flew all over the room as she let out a long moan. His fingers never lost the motion as wave after wave of pleasure passed over her.

Finally, she collapsed on the counter and he slowly lowered her to the floor onto the fur wrap which was almost destroyed by now. He leaned her gently against the wall and kissed her deeply. She looked at herself in the mirror: hair torn apart, makeup smeared across her face, the red dress barely a band around her waist, holes in her stockings, and the remnants of her pearl choker dangling by a single thread at her neck.. She was a wreck, and she didn't care. He bent over her ear and whispered to her to bring a condom next time.

She tried to control her breathing as he straightened his slightly rumpled suit and unlocked the door. She noticed he had tucked his business card into her dress and she knew she would call him. How could she not?

The only person left in the atrium was her date standing helpless and confused as he returned to his seat. He couldn't resist walking by, handing the boy her torn panties and saying thanks. He smiled wolfishly as he headed back to his seat. Maybe the play wasn't so bad after all.

Shannon entered the private hospital room a bit diffidently. This was only her third day at the hospital and she was still very uncertain of herself. She was still a student and working with patients made her a little unsure of herself. She looked at the man on the bed with the broken leg and considered what her instructor had told her. "Just be firm and confident and the patients will do what you say. They just need a little authority and even if you don't feel it, you represent the hospital and the doctors."

Shannon took a breath and tried to look confident, "Mr. Charles, my name is Shannon and I'm here to check your vital signs."

The patient looked up from his book and smiled, "Thank goodness you've come, my dear. I was beginning to think I'd been forgotten. I'm sure you will be able to help me out."
Shannon immediately felt calmer and more at ease hearing the kindness in Mr. Charles voice. She walked to his bed and set her caddy down. "Well, I'm just here to take your vitals, sir. But I'm sure if you have any questions I can relay them to my instructor. Now if I can just put this blood pressue cuff around your arm."

Mr. Charles presented his arm and looked at Shannon more closely. She saw a new light in his eyes. "So you're not a nurse, you're a student?"

"I am, so if you will go easy on me. I'm sure we can get through this easily."

Mr. Charles smiled and leaned back. "Certainly, my dear. Take your time and get the information you need. Then maybe we can take about what I need."

Shannon took blood pressure, temperature, and checked his pulse. She noted it all carefully on her logs as Mr. Charles continued to smile and watch her. When she was done, she turned to him and asked, "Now what do you need? I'm sure I can have someone down here to help you/"

"Oh there's no need to bother anyone else, my dear. I have a simple requirement. With my leg, it's hard for me to get out of this bed and so I'm stuck here. Well, earlier having breakfast, I spilled some food all over myself. I know, how clumsy." He smiled again and Shannon felt a strange little flutter in her chest. "I felt so stupid, and tried to clean it all up, but I just had the napkins from my meal. The orange juice seems to have becoma all sticky and I was hoping you might be able to help me by cleaning it off?"
Shannon saw the stain on the sheet that he indicated. When he raised the covers, she noticed how the hairs on his leg were all matted down as if stuck in place.

"I can see if I can get an orderly, Mr. Charles."

"Oh please, my dear, couldn't you just help me out? It's a simple request and I know if you leave and just put it in to the system, I won't see anyone for another hour or two. I'd really rather not be all sticky for the day."

Shannon knew that the protocol was to go pass the request on, but under the power of the strong green eyes looking at her, her resolve melted.

"I guess I can grab a washcloth from the bathroom and at least get your leg clean. But someone else will have to come replace the sheets."
Mr. Charles looked pleased and Shannon felt another little flutter. "Good girl, that's all I can ask."

Shannon wet a towel in the sink and brought it over to the bed. She put the rails of the bed down (secretly pleased that she had remembered how they worked), and she started to pull back the sheets.

"My dear, what are you thinking? Exposing me to the world like this? Please shut the door first!"

Mortified, Shannon hurried to close the door. Normally, you never worked with patients with a closed door, but Shannon didn't want to displease Mr. Charles. She pulled back the sheets and began to wipe the orange juice from his leg.

"Oh my dear, that cloth is SO cold. That will never do. Couldn't you warm it up for me?"

Shannon felt stricken by his disapproval and she stammered an apology as she rushed back over to the sink. She made sure to run warm water as she wetted another towel.

When she returned to the bedside and began again, she was rewarded with a large smile, "Bravo, my girl. That feels much better. Good job."
Shannon was amazed at how a little praise from this man could send shivers down her spine. She mopped up the dried juice carefully trying not to get the sheets wet. It only took a few moments until she was up to the hip. Shannon stopped suddenly at the edge of his gown.

"My dear, if you don't mind you haven't gotten it all yet."

Shannon waited a moment but then pulled back his medical gown and continued her cleaning. She reminded herself she was training to be a nurse as she wiped carefully over his most private parts. She almost stepped back as she felt his member begin to stir in her hands in response to the cloth rubbing against it.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," she mumbled as she stepped back and watched it harden.

"It's all right my dear. That's perfectly natural when a pretty young girl like yourself begins to touch a gentleman. But you really can't leave me like this since you incited it, can you? I'd be VERY unhappy."
Shannon was almost appalled at what he suggested. She knew that it was quite a step beyond any reasonable request and certainly not anything she should be doing. But the sound of disappointment in Mr. Charles voice was almost unbearable to hear. She couldn't believe how she was responding to this man, but she wanted him happy with her. Shannon slowly stepped back to the bed and her fingers encircled his hardening cock.

"Is this what you were thinking, Mr. Charles."
He lay back again on the bed and sighed. "Yes, my dear. You ARE a good girl. Please keep doing that."
As she heard the approval in his voice, Shannon clearly felt a jolt of pure pleasure run through her. She began stroking him slowly with her one hand as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Shannon eyes were almost closed as she focused on doing a good job. One hand stroked while the other moved to cup and tease the balls below. Shannon felt a hand on her back slowly pushing her down and she knew what Mr. Charles wanted without a word being said. She opened her lips and, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, she took the head of his cock into her mouth and she ran her tongue around it. She felt him tense slightly and he murmured, "You are such a good student, my dear."
Shannon was incredibly happy as she felt Mr. Charles hand slide gently up her neck and then take hold of her hair. She moved in time with the rhythm he firmly established with his grasp and she felt him begin to tense again. She was ready as his back arched and she felt the hot liquid on the back of her throat. She resolved to swallow it all, as she knew that would make him happy from the way his hand held her head down.

After a moment, he relaxed and the hand gripped tightly in her hair relaxed. He began to gently stroke her hair as she almost collapsed on the bed across Mr. Charles' lap.

"Very good, my dear. Very good. I'm so very proud of you. That was wonderful/"
Another shiver of pure pleasure ran up Shannon's spine and she looked up at him.

"Will you need anything else, sir?"
Mr. Charles smiled, and shook his head. "Not right now, Shannon," and the feeling of warmth when he said her name, was almost unbearable. "But I expect to see you back soon. I have many more needs to be taken care of and you seem just the girl."

Shannon stood back up finally, and check her scrubs and hair. "Yes, sir. I'll be back this evening at the end of my shift to see what else I can do for you."
"Yes, my dear. You will."