Walk-in Clinic Conquest

Sliced my hand on a tin can—stupid injury, embarrassing wait. But the walk-in clinic had Nurse Grace, and suddenly I didn't mind bleeding.

She was curvy, mid-thirties, with dark hair in a practical ponytail and a uniform that couldn't hide her figure. All business, but with a smile that suggested mischief.

"Right, let's have a look." She examined my hand, cleaned the cut. "Not too deep. Few butterfly stitches and you're good."

"Thanks."

"You're the last patient. Lucky you." She finished the bandage, looked up. "Actually, I need to keep you for observation. Just in case."

"In case of what?"

"In case you want to get a drink after." She smiled properly now. "Been a long shift. You seem nice. And you've got good hands. I noticed."

She closed up the clinic, led me to a treatment room.

"Cameras off after hours," she explained, locking the door. "Perks of being night staff."

"This happen often?"

"First time. Been working here five years, never met anyone worth the risk." She stepped closer. "You're worth the risk."

She kissed me with surprising intensity—all that professionalism melting away. Her body was soft, curves pressing against me.

"God, I needed this," she breathed. "Twelve-hour shifts and an empty flat. Gets lonely."

"Let me help."

Her uniform came off in pieces—tunic, trousers, practical underwear. Underneath, she was all softness and curves.

"Like what you see?"

"You're gorgeous."

I lifted her onto the examination table, spread her legs. She was wet, responsive, and moaned when I tasted her.

"Oh fuck—nobody does that—"

"Their loss."

She came fast, shaking, hands gripping the table edge. Then she was pulling me up.

"Inside me. Now."

I slid into her on that medical table, her legs wrapping around me. Clinical surroundings, completely inappropriate. Neither of us cared.

"Harder—yes—like that—"

She came twice more, each time clenching around me.

"Inside me—fill me up—"

I came deep, holding her against me.

We lay there on the examination table, both catching breath.

"Best patient I've ever had," she said.

"Best injury I've ever gotten."

"Come back next week. I'll need to check your... progress."

Went back with a fake sprain. She saw right through it.

Worth every pretend injury.