“And the point of this flick?” Ashleigh closely questioned, “apart from revenge, of course.”
At that Al returned holding a barrel camera. “The motive may be revenge, but if that remains the message, I’d produce a trash film.”
“As long as the film makes hard up men cum,” Ashleigh snarled, “no one will see a point beyond hardened erect tits.”
“You’ll see,” I answered, “Al has perfected the art.”
“OK, Ashleigh,” Al ordered, “pick out an empty locker, find a bath towel, start undressing. Pretend You’re arriving for work and talking with others, reporting in for work.”
Enticingly swigging her hips, Ashleigh strode to a locker halfway down the row and withdrew a towel and placed it on the bench. Peering into the locker, Ashleigh thought aloud, “I really need to get a little mirror for my locker.” After kicking off white sneakers, Ashleigh reached behind her head to release her hair tied down in bun. She shook her head to free her locks sending them into a swirl.
“O, things are about the same,” Ashleigh told her imaginary neighbor as she swept the top of her dull bluish – green scrubs over her head, “Since calling off an engagement, Carter has given me to the end of the week to get out of `his’ flat. “His flat!’ she screeched, “is an apartment in a townhouse, Carter has because I guaranteed payment of rent so that Carter could get the lease. Carter kept his dream house because I paid the bills faithfully.”
“What brought it on you ask?” Ashleigh roared as she undid the bow holding her scrubs bottoms up, letting them slide to the floor, “Carter expects to land a big — ass, soft touch job as Assistant Director, big pay, no work.” Stepping out of her scrubs and rolling them into a ball, Ashleigh tossed them into a laundry cart. “If Carter becomes an Assistant Director he can unlock the chastity cage and go stepping out — with someone else.”
When I blurted out, “He’s crazy,” Ashleigh turned to me, facing me. My eyes were focused on the three triangle patches of her royal blue bra and panty set, loosely hanging over cup C boobs and barely covering her sweet spot. “Chic loungewear,” I complimented her, as she went on tippy toes to pirouette and display her sculpted bare butt cheeks bisected by a string running through her crack.
“Not much fabric, I’ll admit, but this bra cost enough to take good care of.” exclaimed Ashleigh unhooking her bra. My eyes riveted on the beautiful boobs sent bobbing when Ashleigh whipped the bra off her shoulders. With a sly smile exuding self — conceit, Ashleigh neatly folding the two triangles of the bra over each other, and carefully placing the bra in her locker.
Bending forward to remove her scanty panties, “It seems,” Ashleigh chided me, “You’re ready to sample the merchandise without waiting for a shower. I haven’t had a good fuck since — damn Carter locked his cock and balls way in the iron jock strap.”
I approached Ashleigh. Our lips met. We held each other and swayed as I pushed my tongue into her mouth. My tongue travelled down my neck into the gentle gap between her mountainous breasts.
Her wandering hands exploring along my waist pushed my scrubs down. She whispered in my ear as we descended to the tile floor, “You’ve come prepared. You went commando, today.”
Crashing to the floor, Ashleigh lie on the tile floor on her back, Instinctively, my tongue swept across Ashleigh’s lower abdomen cresting her shaven mound tunnelling into her vagina. Ashleigh’s legs crossed over my head holding it in place. Her hands reached up my back pulling my top up and massaging my back. Her moans increased in intensity as I worked her clit with my fingers and my tongue lathered her warm hairless vaginal lips.
As the tension increased and warm juices flowed, Ashleigh screamed, “Don’t stop.” I intensified the action of my tongue and fingers. Ashleigh screamed as the first bolt of electricity jumped from her body into mine. How long she held me in position savoring her juices as the contractions reached their crescendo and slowly tapered off.
Finally, Ashleigh released my head from her clutches and rose from the floor. Patting me on the rear end, Ashleigh invited me to join her in the shower. “Much as I’d like to roll on the floor and fuck, we have to get to work.”
Throwing a towel over her shoulder, she strode into the shower, swinging her hips sending a ripple through the soft flesh of her butt. Bright lights went on as soon as she entered. A second later, I heard the swish of water running.
Drying off and handed a pair of dark purple clinic scrubs, Ashleigh asked Al, “perhaps you could explain what type of point you intend to make beyond scenes for men to jerk off to?”
Both Ashleigh and Al laughed when I wondered aloud, “Just men, not women too?”
•••
In our apartment, Zaftig asked, “If I weren’t so tired, I’d take this opportunity to rip these scrubs off and loll in the shower.”
“Let me help,” I took charge, “Stand up, arms in the air,” I ordered.
Meekly complying, Zaftig affirmed, “Yes, mother.”
Boldly reaching under her grey scrubs top with shaking hands, I lifted the cups of her bra over her DD breasts. Feeling the soft flesh of her underarms, I swept her top and bra over her head. Zaftig shook her head sending her breasts jiggling.
Folding her hands over bare breasts, Zaftig demanded to be told Al’s bright idea to humiliate Carter Plessinger.
“Out of those hot, smelly clothes will make you more comfortable,” I suggested in a soft tone as I undid the bow on the bottoms of her scrubs and let the bottoms sail to her ankles. I yanked her panties down. Without prompting Zaftig kicked sneakers, panties, and bottoms off. “When was the last time you were out of these clothes?”
“Monday — Tuesday — maybe it was last Sunday,” Zaftig complained, “I can’t remember. What’s Al’s big secret?”
“Al lined up Carter’s ex — girl to get it on with another girl,” Al has something in mind for Plessinger, but hasn’t shared that just yet.”
To Zaftig’s question how Carter’s girl’s choice of a female partner who engages in a steamy scene with another female diminishes Carter, I handed Zaftig part of the script for Dr Zoptic’s lecture:
Scene: Theatre Fertility Clinic: Lecture to Nursing assistants.
Positions: Dr Zoptic approaches naked man standing on the podium. Naked man’s hands locked behind his head.
Costuming: All Nursing assistants in Dr Zoptic costume: White labcoat covering bare chest, reaches down to touch top of thigh high black fishnet stockings, providing glimpse of the cleavage, genitalia and butt crease.
Action: Kneeling to the side of the patient, Dr Zoptic using the thumb and index finger of each hand feels each testicle to conduct a standard testicular exam. On screen behind Dr Zoptic and her patient is the image of Ashleigh after rolling on the floor with a tall brunette engages with blonde in the shower.
“Manual stimulation is usually enough tap ejaculate,” Dr Zoptic grasped the man’s penis and massaged it with the comment in a girlish giggly voice, “see it grows.” Some men require a handheld pump,” Dr Zoptic fastened cylindrical device over the man’s penis, “This is called a sperminator. It works on the same principle as any ordinary pump you find in the hardware store. Pump it up to create a vacuum pour the yield out. Most men do like visual stimulation to assist extracting spermatozoa.” With a wink Dr Zoptic adds, “man juice.”