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Nursing A Grievance
(Lance Edwards)

	"I can understand the grabby patients," Shanna remarked crossly. "Like you said, most of them are just dirty old men. They were raised that way, or they're demented and can't help themselves. Or they're alone in the world, have been institutionalized for a decade or more and are just trying to grab what excitement they can before they're carted off to the morgue. But what's with all those asshole orderlies and janitors and such? I must have had my butt pinched a dozen times today, and even my nipples. And all those crude come-ons ??" do they really think that works with girls? Or is that their fucked-up way of flirting?"

	"Oh, it's hell being a hot chick," grinned Sara. But right away Shanna countered this.

	"It's not that. Don't get me wrong, I know I'm hot. You are too. Hell, we're the hottest two chicks in the place, but I was watching them. They hit on everybody that way. They're fucking creepy, I tell you. I kept expecting them to try to squeeze the tits of that old bitch, what's her name, the one with the glasses and the attitude?"

	"Miriam. I know what you mean. They're guys, what can I tell you? They're all pigs and scum. And hospital work attracts a certain type. Think about all the attractive young women that work there: nurses, aides, candy-stripers, physical and occupational therapists, secretaries, receptionists, social workers, etcetera. It draws the creeps like fresh meat does flies. 

	"You just have to be a bitch about it. Smack them down hard. Some of them will get the message. Some never will. Dealing with them just goes with the job. I'll tell you one thing though: get a can of mace for your pocket, and practice your ball-kicking and eye-gouging. Girls have been raped there, in closets and exam rooms and especially the parking garage. And you are the most luscious young piece I've ever laid eyes on."

	"Thanks," said Shanna warmly, her gaze signaling clearly that this was for more than the advice. They smiled at each other, eyes locking speculatively, and then tossed back the rest of their drinks. 

	Sara signaled for more. Once these were delivered she continued her warnings.

 	"What you really have to watch out for though are the doctors."

	"What do you mean?"

	"Some of them are just as bad. And they have all the power. They can ruin your career for you. You've heard of sexual harassment? Well it's rampant in that place. And complaining about it will only get you fired. 

	"I'm sure you remember one of the forms you signed when you were hired, the one about how you gave up your right to sue if you were let go. That's just one of the tools they use. The bastards are ruthless and they never give up. 

    "They all know I'm gay, no interest in sex with men whatsoever, and yet they still come on to me all the time, even the married ones ??" hell, especially them. It takes some serious finesse to fend them off and not find yourself demoted, transferred to a shit floor or even fired. Some of the girls find it easier to just put out for them, and of course they're the ones that get all the pay raises and preferential treatment. Fucking whores are all they are."

	Sara had noted the way Shanna had spilled her drink a bit when she mentioned her homosexuality. She moved swiftly to both reassure the girl about the job and steer the conversation in the necessary direction.

	"Still, that's the career we've chosen, and I'm sure the same harassment happens to women everywhere who find themselves under male authority. The trick is to enjoy the compensations that come with it, like when the tables are turned and you find yourself in a position of authority over a helpless man. Remember Tommy?"

	"God, yes!" Shanna burst out laughing, her big blue eyes immediately twinkling once again with mirth and sexual excitement. "I could have gone on smacking his ass all day! And the way he stared at us was priceless, especially when you unbuttoned your dress! He was like a starvation victim at a harvest feast. You know what though? It would be so much better to tease and torment him like that every day for years on end and yet never, ever let him come. That would drive the little sex addict totally out of his mind."

	"Agreed!" laughed Sara. "But then he might not be so easy to manipulate, and it would be harder to get away with things like spanking him, squeezing his balls, or using my whole hand but the thumb to disimpact him."

	"Do you really?" Shanna's delighted, scandalized laughter rang out again. "Hell girl, why don't you just fist-fuck him while you're at it?"

	"Don't think I haven't been tempted!"

	Both girls roared with laughter. When it subsided, Shanna took a huge gulp of her drink. Setting it down, she concentrated on making overlapping rings on the tabletop with the base of the glass while asking her next question with an inadequate attempt at casualness.

	"Do you really have a strap-on dildo?"

	Supremely delighted at where this was surely going, Sara chose to draw the suspense out a bit with her answer.

	"Honey I'm a hard-core lesbian. I've got a dozen of them. If you're asking if I've ever fucked a guy with one, like I teased little Tommy about, the answer is no. But I'd sure love to. Especially all those asshole orderlies and doctors we've been talking about. I'd like to pound every one of them until they bleed and cry and never dare harass a woman again."

	"It's not that ??" although that does sound incredibly rewarding to me too." Suddenly shy, Shanna kept her eyes on the table. "It's just that I've been thinking quite a lot about experimenting myself lately. I guess I'm what they call these days very 'bi-curious'. 

	"Every guy I've ever gone to bed with has disappointed, offended or even repelled me. You know I've never had an orgasm from sex? Not once in dozens of times. I've come to think that maybe only other women really know how to satisfy a girl. And I know for a fact that I had a far more enjoyable time playing kissing games at Girl Scout camp than I ever did making out with sweaty, smelly boys behind the middle school bandstand." 

	Her heart singing with jubilation, Sara reached out and took sweet young Shanna's hand, drawing those big, shy, hopeful eyes up to meet her own.

	"Honey, you've met the perfect lover at last. I've wanted to eat you like candy since I first laid eyes on you. Let's go back to my place, shall we? I'm going to make you forget all about men ??" except maybe as objects of punishment, derision and sexual subjugation. Finish that drink and let's go. My strap-on can't wait to meet you!"

	Less than fifteen minutes later they were stepping through the doorway into Sara's bedroom. Holding a large bottle of wine in one hand and a pair of balloon glasses in the other, Sara turned on the lights and used the rheostat to dim them romantically. Setting the glasses on the dresser, she smiled in the mirror at Shanna waiting excitedly (and perhaps a bit nervously) behind her. She filled the glasses, lifted them and handed one over.

	"Here's to the most beautiful girl to ever set foot in my bedroom. And here's to the start of a long, happy, and incredibly exciting and rewarding relationship."